The Page - Chromatics

When the world changes to the place so cold

I wonder if I could be your mirror

These days they that no man is an island

But when I dream of who we were I slip away

Like the pages of the book I’d never get to write

On the eastside of the city

Where the ink is running dry

And if you love me like you say

Take this book and burn the page

The rain will wash away the ashes

On the eastside of my heart

Tomorrow when your eyes are growing old

And your reflection starts to turn so cold

I wonder if I could be your mirror

And together we could crack and break forever

Like the pages of the book I’d never get to write

On the eastside of the city

Where the ink is running dry

And if you love me like you say

Take this book and burn the page

The rain will wash away the ashes

On the eastside of my heart