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
