In "Muse," Ella Red and VOILÀ describe an infatuation that feels both invasive and sacred, where jealousy and paranoia arrive like a shadow before desire takes over. The beloved becomes a permanent mark, a tattoo, and an ivy that climbs every defensive wall until even a heart of stone is wrapped in vines. That image of ivy growing over the mind turns obsession into something alive, rooted in a dry place and blooming anyway. The plea to be covered, to be made into art, carries both surrender and longing.
Muse Lyrics by Ella Red
(Feat. VOILÀ, Gus Rossm, Luke Eisner)
Jealousy and paranoia
Felt like a shadow
Feeling faint and falling over
Hit with an arrow
You are like a perfect potion
Your touch is made of gold
When did you carve your name in my bones?
Where did you get my favorite clothes?
Why did you take up space in my skull?
How did you get here?
Where did you go?
Be my, be my muse
Like a tattoo, cover me with you
Catalytic Casanova
A painter I’ll be
Try to capture how I’ll hold her
I’ll color her cheeks
Fever stolen interwoven
A breathing masterpiece
And when did you make my memory your home
Where did you get the key to my soul
What will it take for you to stand tall
How did you get here and where did you go
Be my, be my muse
Like a tattoo
Cover me with you
It could be, you could be, you could
Be my, be my muse
If I could have you
Be my muse
You’re like an ivy growing over my mind
Where all the walls I build, you climb
‘Round my heart of stone you wrapped your vines
I’m glad you found your way inside
Deeply rooted in my storyline
Grew a garden when the well was dry
You’re the sacred and the sacrifice
You’re like an ivy growing over my mind
You’re like an ivy growing over my mind
Be my, be my muse
Like a tattoo
Cover me with you
It could be, you could be, you could
Be my, be my muse
If I could have you
Be my muse
