Lyrics:

Cover Me in contact
My edges are folding

Return Me to the paper back section
my three quarter binding
it needs some attention

Set up a chair outside the square
i'm an open book

An now that the book is open
i read the pages
down sloping

i'll lick your fingers as you turn the page
find out more of this dark age

so set up a chair outside the square
A second glance five me a chance
im an open book misunderstood
please return my plastic sleeve, my plastic sleeve

so look in these eyes and you'll see a sunrise
of a broken mourning
look at my rounded shoulders
there creased from being folded
too many times
there creased from being folded too many times
ohh too many times

so lick your fingers as you turn the page
find out more of this dark age

sign your name on the card,sign your name on the card,
sign your name on the card,

set up a chair outside the square
second class could be your chance
im an open book thats understood
please return my plastic sleeve, my plastic sleeve