My third Holmes filk! This one was sitting in my drafts for a WHILE but I finally finished it!

Lyrics:


(Em Am, F Am) x2
dust that's been disturbed upon the bookshelf
Ash from someone smoking in the hall
Oh the devil and deduction’s in the details
and a master of the craft observes them all

A story can be writ in knots of neckties
and in mud upon the shoes as well as ink
but facts should never twist to fit your theories
No matter what the good inspector thinks

(G F, Em F) X2, Am F
I tell him that a mystery is like a book
It's all there if you can see the signs
And Scotland Yard may even make
a fool out of me yet
but they’ll have to learn to read between the lines
between the lines

Tobacco stored inside a Persian slipper
Papers in a heap upon the chair
A jackknife through the letters on the mantel
A cloud of black shag smoke upon the air

A pocketful of coppers for the urchins
A book of Petrarch's sonnets for the train
For a cold and logical deductive engine
Some might consider such behavior strange

I am told that I am quite the mystery
an enigma that few men can divine
My Boswell, in your quest to document me
You'll have to learn to read between the lines
Between the lines

Toast and coffee in the mornings before cases
playing violin for you before the fire
long train rides to far off investigations
glances longer than the moment should require

And I might tell you, Watson, I have never loved
Though you may make such judgements for yourself
By now you know the difference
tween what I say and what I mean
I wonder if your readers do as well

For I have learned a book is like a mystery
and the mysteries are changing with the times
Someday my dear doctor
the true story may be told
but til then they'll have to read between the lines
Between the lines
Between the lines…