Open Book

It's clear to us this love affair
Has self combusted everywhere
And I don't feel so debonair
My piano collects dustA funeral with no mourners
I wish that I'd turned corners
To see the signs that warn us
But I didn't make a fussWell, my life keeps on spinnin'
It's this drunken procession
I can't learn my lessons
These plates that I'm spinnin'
Soon they'll smash on the ground
Make a loud crashing soundAnd I am still an open book
And you can have a secret look
Inside
InsideAs children make their way to class
I sit and raise another glass
'Cause you don't dwell much on the past
When it keeps haunting youOh, the marching band stomps down the block
And makes the babies' cradles rock
And my keys, they don't turn the lock
Perhaps I don't want them toWell, my life keeps on spinnin'
It's this drunken procession
I can't learn my lessons
These plates that I'm spinnin'
Soon they'll smash on the ground
Make a loud crashing soundAnd I am still an open book
And you can have a secret look
Inside
InsideWell, my life keeps on spinnin'
It's this drunken procession
I can't learn my lessons
These plates that I'm spinnin'
Soon they'll smash on the ground
Make a loud crashing soundAnd I am still an open book
And you can have a secret look
And I am still an open book
And you can have a secret look
And I am still an open book
And you can have a secret look
Inside
Inside