In the Library - Magon

Lines are falling out of place

Words just make no sense at all

David’s looking at my face

He knows I don’t read no more

With a book in my hand

I don’t feel so good you know

It’s your eyes

People going to the beach

Building castles in the sand

Some are taking out a book

Let a writer give a hand

Why can’t I read de Beauvoir?

I don’t know man

It’s your eyes