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 

 oh hello, 
 will you be mine? 
 i haven't felt this alive in a long time 
 all the streets are warm today 

 i read signs 
 i haven't been this in love in a long time 
 the sun is up, the sun will stay 

 The very last breath of the hero of our tale 
 would you only to guess 
 did he [bad word] 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 
 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 

 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 in this love in a long time. 

 it's been a long time