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