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.