Manchester

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 bird

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 it's proper end (the end, the end what then?)

Oh hello

Will you be mine?

I haven't felt this alive in a long time

All the streets are warm today, hey

I read 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

The very last breath of the hero of our tale

Would you only to guess

Did he truly prevail in the the sequel?

I guess I'll have to write a sequel

My favorite part's when I die

In your arms like a movie (in the ending I)

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 grey, hey

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? (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 (stop!)

I haven't been in this love in a long time

It's been a long time