Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] You’re back again by the shelf Keeping Keats all to yourself Checking the spine of the book Giving that same heavy look Dust on your sleeve is a clue I’m keeping a record of you [Pre-Chorus] You pretend to read the prose While your hidden interest grows Coffee’s cold and getting old Stories left to be told [Chorus] Rhyme and reason out of season Looking for a heart to lease in Stuck between the pages of a verse It could be better, could be worse Just a customer in love with lines Ignoring all the exit signs [Post-Chorus] Oh, the meter is so sweet Walking on your quiet feet [Verse] Shelley is a bit too loud For a man who hates a crowd Maybe try some Byron for a change Your taste is wide in range You skip the fiction on the right To stay within my line of sight [Hook] Ink on your thumb Feeling a little numb Paper and wine Feeling just fine [Solo] (Scat improvisation - Rubato) Shoo-be-doo, a little sigh Watching the ink go dry Ba-da-ba, a quiet spark Closing time in the dark Zat-zat, do-be-day Don't you walk away [Bridge] The lights flicker low in the hall Shadows are starting to crawl I’ve got the keys to the door But I’m wanting something more Than a receipt and a nod Isn't it terribly odd? [Verse] The clock hits a quarter to ten You pick up that volume again Is it the meter or the rhyme? Or just a way to kill the time? I’ll stamp the date and let you go Though there's so much you don't know [Chorus] Rhyme and reason out of season Looking for a heart to lease in Stuck between the pages of a verse It could be better, could be worse Just a customer in love with lines Ignoring all the exit signs [Breakdown] Hardcover heart Falling apart Limited edition In this condition [Outro]
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