Dear Love,
you've come and gone.
I'm such a sucker for
Stories with a happy ending
This time around
I'll be waiting
I can't determine
What a book holds by the final page.
Somehow I'm supposed to come up with the words
To convey this distance I feel between us.
These spines seem to fall apart
Separating as if we're pages, without a bind.
Dear Novel,
You've upset me once again
(once again)
But these pages seem to never end
I've buried myself under words of hope
That there will be a chance this will turn itself around again
I hope you're hearing this and thinking of me
I cannot read your mind so speak up
Speak up, for the sake of you and I
Speak up, for the sake of you and I
Somehow I'm supposed to come up with the words
To convey this distance I feel between us.
These spines seem to fall apart
Separating as if we're pages, without a bind.
Dear Reader you've heard me speak
The words that are on my mind
I now know the feeling
Independent would you rather
See me beg
Somehow I'm supposed to come up with the words
To convey this distance I feel between us.
These spines seem to fall apart
Separating as if we're pages, without a bind.
And we're still fighting a losing battle
And we're still fighting a losing battle
Behind solid walls still stands a man with a heart
(And we're still fighting a losing battle)
Behind solid walls still stands a man with a heart
(And we're still fighting a losing battle)