open book

José González

I feel just like an open book
Exposing myself in this neighbourhood
Talking to people as if I knew them well
Thinking that everyone has
Gone through different kinds of hell

Lately I ve found myself in doubt
Asking myself what it s all about
What am I doing here?
What s this leading to?
What s the point of all, without you?
Well I ve got promises to keep
Like the carrying of all the land upon my feet
Each time I fall

Every now and then in dreams
By the river ?neath our tree
Leaves in yellow, red and brown
I hear you whisper in my ear
Your love belongs to everyone
I feel just like an open book
A couple of words was all it took
In front of a bright white canvas
Staring vacantly now free against my word

A drifting vessel in a storm
Pushed around from shore to shore
I know there s so much left to see
I know I ve got so much left to give
But the memories remain
Yet the scars don t feel the same
Filling pages one by one in the warmth of other suns