歌詞

My finger walks the quiet shelf

And reads each spine like braille

The bookshelf keeps its patient rows

Of friends I've met before

And some still wrapped in waiting —

The ones I've saved in store

Tonight wants something gentle

With rain somewhere inside

Run the shelf and take your time

The right one always calls

My delight is in the telling

The book into my hands then falls

The lamb reviews the bottom shelf

Its nose against each spine

Its taste in books is questionable

But its devotion's fine

And there — the cloth-bound quiet one

The evening's perfect match

Run the shelf and take your time

The right one always calls

My delight is in the telling

The book into my hands then falls

Choosing a book for one soft night

Is choosing where to be

A hundred doors on one small shelf

And every door has tea

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Run the shelf and take your time

The right one always calls

My delight is in the telling

The book into my hands then falls

Run the shelf and take your time

The right one always calls

My delight is in the telling

The book into my hands then falls

My finger found the evening's door

Now all we need is tea