Fireside Bistro
I canÂ't deny
The way
Your fingers make my body shiver
And that i almost did surrender
To what was easy
In a way
But i know itÂ's all over
ItÂ's the last page of the book
Â'cause youÂ're the knife
That cuts my wrist
The open sore
To where i drift
And itÂ's the price
For being weak
And itÂ's the price
But i know itÂ's all over
ItÂ's the last page of the book
But i wounÂ't go
And i wounÂ't cry
Â'cause youÂ'll be gone
When i arrive
And if the clouds
Covers the sky
Then let it happen
