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Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
and it may be a trick of the firelight
but the flickering pages that trouble my sight
is a book iand'm afraid to write
Itand's the book of my days, itand's the book of my life
and itand's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
and itand's all there to see as the section reveals
thereand's some sorrow in every life
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
then i wonand't understand 'til the end of my days
iand'm still forced to remember,
remember the words of my life
There are promises broken and promises kept
angry words that were spoken, when i should have wept
thereand's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
if i lose everything that i possess
thereand's a chapter on loss and a ghost who wonand't die
thereand's a chapter on love where the inkand's never dry
there are sentences served in a prison i built out of lies.
Though the pages are numbered
i canand't see where they lead
for the end is a mystery no-one can read
in the book of my life
Thereand's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
there are pages of conflicts that nobody won
and the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
thereand's a page where we fail to meet
There are tales of good fortune that couldnand't be planned
thereand's a chapter on god that i donand't understand
thereand's a promise of heaven and hell but iand'm damned if i see
Though the pages are numbered
i canand't see where they lead
for the end is a mystery no-one can read
in the book of my life
Now the daylightand's returning
and if one sentence is true
all these pages are burning
and all thatand's left is you
Though the pages are numbered
i canand't see where they lead
for the end is a mystery no-one can read
in the book of my life
Sting
The Book Of My Life
The Book Of My Life
Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
and it may be a trick of the firelight
but the flickering pages that trouble my sight
is a book iand'm afraid to write
Itand's the book of my days, itand's the book of my life
and itand's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
and itand's all there to see as the section reveals
thereand's some sorrow in every life
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
then i wonand't understand 'til the end of my days
iand'm still forced to remember,
remember the words of my life
There are promises broken and promises kept
angry words that were spoken, when i should have wept
thereand's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
if i lose everything that i possess
thereand's a chapter on loss and a ghost who wonand't die
thereand's a chapter on love where the inkand's never dry
there are sentences served in a prison i built out of lies.
Though the pages are numbered
i canand't see where they lead
for the end is a mystery no-one can read
in the book of my life
Thereand's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
there are pages of conflicts that nobody won
and the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
thereand's a page where we fail to meet
There are tales of good fortune that couldnand't be planned
thereand's a chapter on god that i donand't understand
thereand's a promise of heaven and hell but iand'm damned if i see
Though the pages are numbered
i canand't see where they lead
for the end is a mystery no-one can read
in the book of my life
Now the daylightand's returning
and if one sentence is true
all these pages are burning
and all thatand's left is you
Though the pages are numbered
i canand't see where they lead
for the end is a mystery no-one can read
in the book of my life
