Dog eared the page that you liked Now an elegy once described The way you saw me through your eyes Those dimes worth a million to mine And that poem ranks first, second to yours of course Which lives hidden in my third drawer ♪ Partly because your words of choice And partly because I can hear your voice say them And partly because your words of choice And partly because I can hear your voice say them, oh ♪ And I know it's been rough Pages your fingers brush Nose in the spine inhaling the years Of time it hasn't spoken to you Well all right, stop making the things in my room cry Stop making the things in my room cry Stop making the things in my room cry all the night Partly because your words of choice And partly because I can hear your voice say them And partly because your words of choice And partly because I can hear your voice say them, oh ♪ And it begins to seem like all the works of words In the world were so deprived Of an inspiration so hidden from sight That could've never been missed by me Those sonnets that fell through your mouth are still echoing Partly because your words of choice And partly because I can hear your voice say them And partly because your words of choice And partly because I can hear your voice say them, oh I dog eared the end I dog eared the end I dog eared the page that you liked I dog eared the end