Manchester

I wrote me a book I hid the last page I didn't even look I think I locked it in the cage Wrote a novel 'Cause everybody likes to read a novel It started with a word and it started pretty well About a rare and fragile bird That I couldn't even spell on the table I think I left it on the table I found the last page in the sky Cold and sweet like an apple (the end, the end) I found you and now the story has its proper end (the end, the end) (The end, the end, what then?) Oh hello, will you be mine? I haven't felt this alive in a long time All the streets are warm today, hey I read the signs I haven't been this alive in a long time The sun is up, sun's dead Off to the new day The very last breath of the hero of our tale Would leave me only to guess Did he truly prevail in the sequel? Guess I'll have to write a sequel My favorite parts when I die In your arms like a movie (movie) It's tragic and now the story (has its proper end) Oh hello, will you be mine? I haven't felt this alive in a long time All the streets are warm and grey, hey I read the signs I haven't been this alive in a long time The sun is up, the sun will stay Off to the new day Will you be mine? (Will you be mine?) The days are short and won't be my last run All the streets are warm today I read the signs I haven't been this alive in a long time It's been a long time