Ed Harcourt - Open BookLyrics

It's clear to us this love affair Has self combusted everywhere And I don't feel so debonair My piano collects dust A funeral with no mourners I wish that I'd turned corners To see the signs that warn us But I didn't make a fuss Well my life keeps on spinning It's this drunken procession I can't learn my lessons These plates that I'm spinning Soon they'll smash on the ground Make a loud crashing sound And I am still an open book And you can have a secret look inside Inside As children make their way to class I sit and raise another glass Cause you don't dwell much on the past When it keeps haunting you Oh, the marching band stomps down the block And makes the baby cradles rock And my keys, they won't turn a lock Perhaps I don't want them to Well my life keeps on spinning It's this drunken procession I can't learn my lessons These plates that I'm spinning Soon they'll smash on the ground Make a loud crashing sound And I am still an open book And you can have a secret look inside Inside Well my life keeps on spinning It's this drunken procession I can't learn my lessons These plates that I'm spinning Soon they'll smash on the ground Make a loud crashing sound And I am still an open book And you can have a secret look And I am still an open book And you can have a secret look And I am still an open book And you can have a secret look inside Inside