He started to woo her in the most peculiar way   The librarian's dress was a fawner shade of grey   The books he was to borrow he would surely never read   They had an intellectual calibre he hoped that she would see      He planned to take her home to bed some day   He'd smooth her goosebumped skin while she lay   But the unspoken thing they both knew   Whilst he'd dream of her often   She would forget in just ten minutes      Her beauty has not truly been seen until her beauty's been seen by his tired eyes   Her tears have not truly been dried until her tears have been dried on his tired shirtsleeves      He's beginning to irritate so she made him go away   The smallest cruellest insult she ignored his subtle ways   The deathly silence let him know his efforts were in vain   Did the words ever exist, and if so, could he find them?      He planned to take her home to bed some day   He'd smooth her goosebumped skin while she lay   But the unspoken thing they both knew   Whilst he'd dream of her often   She would forget in just ten minutes      Her beauty has not truly been seen until her beauty's been seen by his tired eyes   Her tears have not truly been dried until her tears have been dried on his tired shirtsleeves   Her body has not truly been stripped until her clothes have been ripped by his nailbitten fingers   Her beauty has not truly been seen until her beauty's been seen by his tired eyes      And oh, all the loneliest of nights, when he never held her tight, he will never kiss her eyelids (x4)