The Book Lyrics

Sometimes I mistake you for pages

You seem to me just like the book

Peculiar thrilling adventures

A classic surrealistic hook

Your words just like worlds they unravel

The hidden mistakes of my past

Your thoughts can clash swords in the battle

Or whispers of lovers at last

Who is your author, who conjured your inklings?

Or did you write your character by hand?

Why do I keep turning over the pages?

Addicted by your unreachable end?

Your posture like column of building

The structure that you call yourself

Your movement chaoticly rhythmic

I would prefer the harmony instead

The ebb and the flow of your actions

Are striving for better of all

The greatest the mightiest distraction

Is fulfilling the lust of your soul

Who is your author, who conjured your inklings?

Or did you write your character by hand?

Why do I keep turning over the pages?

Addicted by your unreachable end?

Your eyes

When I see your eyes

The depth of cosmos in that superficial gaze

I try, oh God I try

To remember I'm meant for someone else

You're like a book to me, new every day?

Do I forget you or does the wording change?

Who is your author, who conjured your inklings?

Or did you write your character by hand?

Why do I keep turning over the pages?

Addicted by your unreachable end?