Keep your finger on my lips   We could be a grown up fairytale   Swimming in the library   But we're not going anywhere      She said, "I love it   Oh, I love it when we touch   When we touch on something   We can't find in any book"      At least I'm not on my own   In this ocean of words   At least I'm not on my own      Cover up with blankets   We cover up with blankets from the years   That our parents gave us   To keep out the cold and the unknown      And then the library grew   Into a forest of desire   We cut down some friends that I knew   Who were gonna start a forest fire      At least I'm not on my own   In this ocean of words   At least I'm not on my own      Can't stop the spill   I can't stop the spill   Can't stop the spill   I can't stop the spill      At least I'm not on my own   In this ocean of words   At least I'm not on my own      She said, "I love it   Oh, I love it when we touch   When we touch on something   We can't find in any book"