Open Book – Ed Harcourt – letras

It’s clear to us this love affairHas self-combusted everywhereAnd I don’t feel so debonairMy piano collects dustA funeral with no mournersI wished that I’d turned cornersTo see the signs that warn usBut I didn’t make a fussWell my life keeps on spinningAmidst this drunken processionI can’t learn my lessonsThese plates that I’m spinningSoon they’ll smash on the groundMake a loud crashing soundAnd I am still an open bookAnd you can have a secret look insideAs children make their way to classI sit and raise another glass’Cause you don’t dwell much on the pastWhen it keeps haunting youThe marching band stomps down the blockAnd make the babies’ cradles rockAnd my keys they won’t turn the lockPerhaps I don’t want them toWell my life keeps on spinning’Midst this drunken processionI can’t learn my lessonsThese plates that I’m spinningSoon they’ll smash on the groundMake a loud crashing soundAnd I am still an open bookAnd you can have a secret look insideInside