Shelf Life 781.32

[Intro]
[Verse]
The light is low
I watch you go
Past the 100s row
Your shoes are slow
Dust on the spine
Your eyes are fine
Tracing every line
In the 700 section shrine
[Chorus]
Seven eight one point three two
I’m looking for you
Between the staff and the ink
I start to think
That we’re perfectly aligned
In the stacks we find
A little piece of—
[Verse]
You leave a mark
A pencil spark
Notes in the dark
Like a meadow lark
On page forty-four
I want to see more
The theory of chords
Is our secret reward
[Pre-Chorus]
Misplaced hold slips
Between my fingertips
A coded little code
On this paper road
Wait for the signal
(It’s purely subliminal)
[Chorus]
Seven eight one point three two
I’m looking for you
Between the staff and the ink
I start to think
That we’re perfectly aligned
In the stacks we find
A little piece of—
[Bridge]
Down in the basement
Dust on the casing
No light replacement
Overdue and cold
Stories left untold
Reshelving the past
Moving way too fast
Cardboard and glue
Just me and you
Stacked in the deep
While the city’s asleep
[Verse]
The cart is full
A magnetic pull
Your sweater is wool
The air is so cool
Wait for the click
The clock is a trick
We match the numbers
While everyone slumbers
Alphabetical bliss
Almost a kiss
But the Dewey code
Is the only road
[Chorus]
Seven eight one point three two
I’m looking for you
Between the staff and the ink
I start to think
That we’re perfectly aligned
In the stacks we find
A little piece of—
[Outro]