Guess by the dawn, I could die once but be reborn, Assembling the scattered pieces of my brain, Will retrieve my flesh and bones from the drain And thus tonight the story of my game will remain! Coz tonight I can see the pages flying, I can see the numbers lying. But I just cant stand a book dying! By the morning, I will write an alibi for the night, Turn my bruises into body art, I'll re-live from the last beat of my heart, And of this end , Ill make a start! Coz tonight I can see the pages flying, I can see the numbers lying. I just cant stand a book dying!