The Page

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