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 (The end, the end)

I found you and now the story has its 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 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

The very last breath of the hero of our tale

Would leave you only to guess

Did he truly prevail

In 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 its 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've wrote me my last rhyme

All the streets are warm today, hey

I read the signs (stop!)

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

It's been a long time