Track 4 of the album Open Window Sessions · 2015
All-Night Bookshop, Back Table
by Cassio Lune
“A lamp-lit loop for the bookshop that never locks its door. I chopped a bossa guitar into something lazier.”
chillhop · bossa loop · jazzhop · 3:00
Lyrics
The bookshop never locks its door Lamp-lit shelves from floor to floor A cat asleep on the poetry stack Rain on the glass, no hurry back I find a chair at the back table Read as long as I am able A stranger turns a page nearby We don't speak and that's all right Turn the page, take your time Every sentence is a quiet rhyme The night is long and the shelves are deep Come read with me till the morning creeps The clerk pours tea in a chipped blue cup Slides it over, doesn't look up Dust floats gold in the reading light Stories keep us company tonight Turn the page, take your time Every sentence is a quiet rhyme The night is long and the shelves are deep Come read with me till the morning creeps Somewhere in a thousand lines Is a sentence that is mine Soft and old and just for me Waiting patiently Turn the page, take your time Every sentence is a quiet rhyme The night is long and the shelves are deep Come read with me till the morning creeps Turn the page Take your time