The Inattentive Reader

In my room underneath the sparrow's nest

Your teeth by contrast looked pure white

When you smiled at me in the darkness

In conversation there in the middle of the night

With my head bowed down to my shoes

We walked the market square and we paid our dues

And I'm bringing it all back home to you

The inattentive reader in my room

The moon that hung in the sky over portugal

Was fat, pink, round and perfectly beautiful

And I wanted to make you young again

Ah, but your youth was not mine for the making