The story of my life was written there in front of me
the book revealed the lines upon my face
after chapter one the images of better times
turned into a classic cold embrace

just throw the book away

through your eyes you'll write again
and the book of lies cuts deep into my mind
did I steal your heart and leave it in the rain?
I'll never know, no I'll never know

it's me I recognise or am I getting in too deep?
It's getting harder now to turn the page
did I read my name or is it just coincidence
only what is true will cure my rage

just throw the book away

through your eyes you'll write again
and the book of lies cuts deep into my mind
did I steal your heart and leave it in the rain?
I'll never know, no I'll never know

coming to the end sentences are bitter sweet
paragraphs that leave me feeling cold
but it's all too late the written word will always be
the essence of how well the story's told

just throw the book away

through your eyes you'll write again
and the book of lies cuts deep into my mind
did I steal your heart and leave it in the rain?
I'll never know, no I'll never know.