Between the Lines

[Intro]
[Verse]
Rain streaks the dusty pane
You check for a coffee stain
On a rare copy of Mark Twain
I watch you through the rain
Your glasses slide down your nose
In your favorite scholarly pose
While the autumn wind blows
Where the hidden history goes
[Pre-Chorus]
Your chamomile tea is turning cold
These shop stories are getting old
But your smile is quiet and bold
In a world that's been oversold
[Chorus]
We are living in a first edition
On a soft, velvet-lined mission
No need for a formal petition
Just a little bibliophile's intuition
Let's skip to the final page
And act like we're of age
In this paper-scented cage
On our own private stage
[Post-Chorus]
(Shoo-bee-doo-ba-da-da)
Reading between the lines
(Ba-da-pau-pau-wee)
In these vintage signs
[Verse]
Gilded leather on the shelf
Keep your secrets to yourself
Or leave a note for myself
In your vault of literary wealth
You smudge a margin note
In your heavy winter coat
While the dust motes float
On a sea where we both boat
[Pre-Chorus]
The clock strikes half-past nine
Your eyes begin to shine
Like a vintage bottle of wine
Everything is feeling fine
[Chorus]
We are living in a first edition
On a soft, velvet-lined mission
No need for a formal petition
Just a little bibliophile's intuition
Let's skip to the final page
And act like we're of age
In this paper-scented cage
On our own private stage
[Bridge]
A touch of 'Great Expectations'
In our silent conversations
Skipping all the complications
Of our paper-thin flirtations
No 'Farewell to Arms' tonight
Under the dim yellow light
Everything feels just right
In the middle of the night
[Verse]
You quote a line from 'Jane Eyre'
With a very studious air
Pretending that you don't care
While you fix your messy hair
I cite a bit of 'Vanity Fair'
While we sit in your velvet chair
A very peculiar pair
In the cool midnight air
[Chorus]
We are living in a first edition
On a soft, velvet-lined mission
No need for a formal petition
Just a little bibliophile's intuition
Let's skip to the final page
And act like we're of age
In this paper-scented cage
On our own private stage
[Post-Chorus]
(Dub-a-dee-ba-da-da)
It's a rare find tonight
(Zuh-ba-da-pau)
Everything is light
[Outro]