The Author

Games, we play
To say what’s not been said
Change, we say
That book’s been late to bed
And we’ve read it like
All I’ve got to say
I really really miss my shot at saying I know
I’ll turn the page
I really won’t care
And I really won’t let you down
(Yeah)
And I really won’t stare
And I really won’t turn around
(Yeah)
I can fear
The bells, they’ll ring alone
And I can hear
The shells beneath our toes
And we’re running like
All I’ve got to say
I really really miss my shot at saying I know
I’ll turn the page
I really won’t care
And I really won’t let you down
(Yeah)
And I really won’t stare
And I really won’t turn around
(Yeah)
Ooh ooh ooh ooh oooooh
Oooooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I can almost hear you crying
And I can almost see you laying next to me
Better love with story books and all those cliche’d storys you’d say
(Happy ever after was before we wrote this chapter)
I really won’t care
And I really won’t let you down
And I really won’t stare
And I really won’t turn around
And I really won’t care
And I really won’t let you down
And I really won’t stare
And I really won’t turn around
(Yeah, oh)
All I’ve got to say
I really really miss my shot at saying I know
I’ll turn the page