The Librarian

Keep your head down

Keep your head down

While they're firing low

You're too young child

To know the difference

Oh my pretty

Oh my sweet girl

It's a marvelous place

They put weights down

In your coat tails to burn you out

Lest you fly

Lest you take off

And show whomever what's what

It's one outrageous lie after another

Turn their lights out

Change the channel

Before we lose the heart

To fight against belief in what they're saying

There's a hotel

With a dark room

At the end of a corridor

I will meet you

To the strains of Allah

We will lie back

On a pillow of the whitest snow

And the silence we were promised

Will engulf us

Lay your head down

Keep your head down

While they're firing low

You're too young child

You're too young child

We will wake up

From the dreams that bury us

We will tunnel our way out

By moonlight

From the dark room

To the white streets and the snow banks

We'll invest in one another's future

Oh my pretty

Oh my sweet girl

It's a marvelous place

She designed it

With escape routes

For you and me

So to the library

With your new card

Grab your favorite books

Look for blueprints

To the strains of Allah

Here we go...

Benevolence is in back

Of everyplace you look

It's not a monstrous face she is hiding

If I see her

I will tell you

You'll come quickly

If you see her

Don't hesitate just go

But til then

Keep your head down

Keep your head down

While they're firing low

You're too young child

You're too young child

You're too young child

Here we go...