Bistro - Fireside

i can’t deny the way your fingers make my blood shiver

and that i almost did surrender to what was easy in a way

but i know it’s all over, it’s the last page of the book

'cause you’re the knife that cuts my wrist, the open sore to where i drift

and it’s the price for being weak and it’s the price

but i know it’s all over, it’s the last page of the book

but i won’t go and i won’t cry 'cause you’ll be gone when i arrive

and if the clouds cover the sky then let it happen