In The Library - Athlete, Steve Roberts, Tim Wanstall

Put your finger on my lips

We could be a grown up fairy tale

Swimming in a library

We’re not going anywhere

She said I love it Oh I love it when we touch

When we touch on something

We can’t find it any something

Something on my own

In this ocean of words

These something on my own

Cover up the blankets

Cover up the blankets from the years

That our parents gave us To keep out the cold

And the unknown

Something regrew

Into a forest of desire

Cut down some friends that I knew

Who were gonna start a forest fire

Something on my own

In this ocean of words

Something on my own.

Can’t stop the spill.

Can’t stop the spill.

Can’t stop the spill.

She said I love it I love it when we touch

When we touch on something

We can’t find it any something