Open Book - José González

I feel just like an open book,

Exposing myself in this neighborhood

Talking to people as if I’d knew them well

Thinking that everyone has come through different kinds of well

Lately I found myself in doubt,

Ask myself what it’s all about

What am I doing here?

What’s this leading to?

What’s the point of all?

I found you!

I’ve got promises to keep like a cannon would land upon my feet,

Each time I fall

Every now and then in dreams by the river with no trees

Leaves are yellow, red and brown, and I hear

You whisper in my ear

Your love belong to everyone

I feel just like an open book,

A couple of words, it’s all it took

In front of the bright white covers, still vacantly

Against my will, a drifting vessel in the storm

Pushed around, from shore to shore

I know there’s so much left to see

I know I have so much left to give

But the memories remain, yet the scars don’t feel the same

Filling pages one by one, and the ones of other songs.