Unabridged

Here is a very early version of the song that I've been working on most recently:

 

As of now, it's still almost six and a half minutes long. I may yet trim it down as I re-record the various tracks. This song is very much a work-in-progress.

 

 

Lyrics:

 

A silver bell above the door
The sense memories of a second-hand bookstore
The smell of paper, mold and dust
Curiosity and wanderlust

See the world through others’ eyes
Imagine how it feels to empathize
Between these covers we are bound
Where the truth in our fiction is found

    My love’s an open book
    It’s the kind of storyline
    You might be inclined to overlook
    The dust jacket
    Is worn and tattered
    Does it matter? Have a look
    My love’s an open book

Place my heart upon the shelf
Search my mind for meaning outside of myself
Trying to find the words to express
This happiness and loneliness that coexist

All that is mine is my perspective
And still I know it’s all subjective
I’ll share my heart with you
All I want to tell you is the truth

    My love’s an open book
    It’s the kind of storyline
    You might be inclined to overlook
    The dust jacket
    Is worn and tattered
    Does it matter how it looks?
    My love’s an open book

The rest of this story is yet unwritten
We don’t even know what we’ve been missing
May our lives be blessed with laughter
Maybe love finally wins forever after

I want to know who you are
To be with you beneath the stars
Make a wish, blow a kiss
Remember this moment of bliss

    My love’s an open book
    It’s the kind of storyline
    You might be inclined to overlook
    The dust jacket
    Is worn and tattered
    Doesn’t matter, take a look
    My love’s an open book
    My love’s an open book
    My love's an open book

 

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