At 2:24,
We locked the door
And talked some more
Even though there was little left to say.
"Don't think I'd mind
Not being alive,
Because you know that I've
Already spent centuries that way.
I'm not sure whose dreams I am chasing after;
I'm just counting pages to the next chapter.
Before I began,
I skipped ahead,
Read the last sentence.
I know how it ends."
And you agreed!
You're just like me
Because you can see
And you took me and told me to relax.
We found a light
In your pocket that night
And I held you tight
As you tossed it to the paper stacks.
I'm not sure whose dreams I am chasing after;
I'm just counting pages to the next chapter.
Before I began,
I skipped ahead,
Read the last sentence;
I know how it ends.
I know how it ends.
I know how it ends.