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