The Library of Babel - Baird

Cheap vacation nights I’m phony, body’s bony

In the camera light

It’s New York so everyone wears black

And acts like they don’t see my eyes

Lately seems the more I know you, the more I owe you

The less I trust myself

You lay awake in silence

Wonder if I’m sleeping next to you

Often when I see you walking

Hope that you don’t see me, but you do

You wouldn’t be caught talking too much

Talking too much, talking too much

You wouldn’t be caught talking too much

Talking too much, talking too much

You wouldn’t be caught talking too much

Talking too much, talking too much

You wouldn’t be caught talking too much

Talking too much, talking too-