Now the sunrise has begun
Tired eyes awaken
To discover that
Another summer's gone
Now those days that seemed to last
Forever live in the past
And the nights grow colder
Longer, darker still
Everyday is just an open book
With the words flying off the pages
But no matter how those lines are written
Every story has an end
We're a cloud behind the moon
We're a storm that's gone too soon
A reflection that moves
So slowly it hurts
Sometimes memories are blurred
But those images occur
Like the glowing embers
Of bridges we've burned
Everyday is just an open book
With the words flying off the pages
But no matter how those lines are written
Every story has an end
We stand alone
These thoughts our own
The sun has gone
Winter has come
Everyday is just an open book
With the words flying off the pages
But no matter how those lines are written
Every story has an end