The Page

When the world changes to a place so cold
I wonder if I could be your mirror
These days they say that nowhere is an island
But when I dream of who we were I slip away

Like the pages of a book
I never get to write
On the east side of the city
Where the ink is running dry
And if you love me like you say
Take this book and burn a page
The rain will wash away the ashes
On the east side of my room

Tomorrow when your eyes are growing old
And your reflection starts to turn so cold
I wonder if I could be your mirror
And together we could crack and break forever

Like the pages of a book
I never get to write
On the east side of the city
Where the ink is running dry
And if you love me like you say
Take this book and burn a page
The rain will wash away the ashes
On the east side of my room