Who's that talking in the library?

Who's that talking in my library?

Is that you? No I won't put you out

Cause what would this place be without my muse

Nothing special, every book in here I wrote

Some I'm not too proud of some I wish I could burn

So many pages I wrote, wish I could revise them

But there's no erasing and the best advice I got

Was keep writing, and keep living, and keep loving

And when the ink dries and the pages turn to dust

So will we turn to dust, so will we dust, dust

Who's that laughing in my library?

Who's that laughing in my library?

Is that you? No I won't put you out

Cause what would this place be without your smile

Nothing special, I fell in love with you girl

You let yourself inside with no respect for privacy

You said there's too much on my mind

Then you ripped out a page and set that **** on flame

I quit writing, I kept living, I kept loving

And when the ink dries and the pages turn to dust

So will we turn to dust, so will we dust, du