They turned her down
And so she went out shopping
To get some peace
Enjoy the smell of old books

The man was weird
He thought that she was stealing
She smiled at him
The clock just kept on ticking

Turn the page and let the dust fly
Leave the world, don't be afraid to die
The answers are all in here

It's not so hard
Maybe I'll start my own shop
A place to hide
Enjoy the smell of old books

Her customers
Will think she's cool and mysterious
They'll come to see
And to be seen in the book shop

The years rolled by
The books pile up in the window
She goes for days
Without a word to anyone

Some kids come in
They're always laughing at nothing
The quiet boy
She thinks that he is stealing

Words and music by Daniel Earwicker