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 I’m afraid to write.
It’s the book of my days; it’s the book of my life
And it’s cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it’s all there to see as the section reveals
There’s some sorrow in every life.
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won’t understand `til the end of my days
I’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
There’s a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I posses.
There’s a chapter on loss and a ghost who won’t die
There’s a chapter on love where the ink’s never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.

Chorus:

There’s a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles yon lost and your bitter defeat,
There’s a page where we fail to meet.
There are tales of good fortune that couldn’t be planned
There’s a chapter on god that I don’t understand
There’s a promise of heaven and hell but I’m damned if I see.


Chorus:


Now the daylight’s returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that’s left is you.


Chorus: Though the pages are numbered
I can’t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In 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 I’m afraid to write.
It’s the book of my days; it’s the book of my life
And it’s cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it’s all there to see as the section reveals
There’s some sorrow in every life.
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won’t understand `til the end of my days
I’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
There’s a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I posses.
There’s a chapter on loss and a ghost who won’t die
There’s a chapter on love where the ink’s never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.

Chorus:

There’s a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles yon lost and your bitter defeat,
There’s a page where we fail to meet.
There are tales of good fortune that couldn’t be planned
There’s a chapter on god that I don’t understand
There’s a promise of heaven and hell but I’m damned if I see.


Chorus:


Now the daylight’s returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that’s left is you.


Chorus: Though the pages are numbered
I can’t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life.