I wrote me a book I hid the last page I didn't even look I think I locked it in a cage Wrote a novel Cause everybody likes to read a novel...
It started with a word, and it started pretty well about a rare and fragile verb that I couldn't even spell on the table I think I left it on the table...
I found the last page in the sky, cold and sweet, like an apple I found you and now the story has its proper end
Oh hello, will you be mine? I haven't felt this alive in a long time All the streets are warm today
I read the signs I haven't been this in love in a long time the sun is up, the sun will stay Oh for the new day
The very last breath of the hero of our tale, would lead you only to guess Did he truly prevail in the sequel? I guess I'll have to write a sequel...
My favourite part's when I die in your arms like a movie It's tragic, but now the story has it's proper end
Oh hello, will you be mine? I haven't felt this alive in a long time All the streets are warm and gray
I read the signs I haven't been this in love in a long time The sun is up, the sun will stay All for the new day
Will you be mine? The days are short and I wrote me my last rhyme All the streets are warm today I read the signs I haven't been this in love in a long time