You kicked a pebble into the river yesterday
And I felt that in the way that the lilies swayed
We’ve got nothing on our minds except other people’s thoughts
You’ve got fifteen more books to shelf

I found the next person next to a bus stop
I was waiting for your text and waiting for her heart to drop
Then I got onto the bus headed to the library
Took fifteen more minutes to go
But you already know

Mister librarian, I don’t remember
Who I am, who I am
Mister librarian, I don’t remember
Who I need to be
I’ve got these fifteen pages in my hand
Each from a different dead man
So mister librarian, tell me the things I cannot see

I’ve got to get the answers, got to know it all
Snatched my neighbor’s dreams into a little crystal ball
Won’t you hold your hands in mine and throw it onto the pyre?
I’ve got fifteen more back home

You knitted me a sweater but I lost it in Rome
Or I think I left it on the desk of my childhood home
I took all your needles and stuck ‘em into the drywall
But you’ve got fifteen more in your spine
So you’ll be fine
Mister librarian, I don’t remember
Who I am, who I am
Mister librarian, I don’t remember
Who I need to be
I’ve got these fifteen pages in my hand
Each from a different dead man
So mister librarian, tell me the things I cannot see

Mister librarian
Pry out of me all you need for closure
Mister librarian
Take my fingers apart

Mister librarian
Catch me the sun then raise its
Exposure
Mister librarian
Burn out my eyes ears and heart

Mister librarian, I don’t remember
Who I am, who I am
Mister librarian, I don’t remember
Who I need to be
I’ve got these fifteen pages in my hand
Each from a different dead man
So mister librarian, tell me the things I cannot see
So mister librarian, tell me the things I cannot see