The Pages

Over the golden fields of where we used to go
Passed the old oak on the corner
To the river down below
Something about the way it used to turn and flow
Seems so silent without you now
This letting go of what I thought was true
Rewrite the happy ending
Summers fading out of view
This letting go is cutting me in two
Dont care whats on the pages in a story without you
Woah
Wandering back beside the paths we used to roam
Cant help thinking that our paths, split off
Sometime long ago
And all of our dreams become lost stories never told
Do I wish I knew the end, ya
This letting go of what I thought was true
Rewrite the happy ending
Summers fading out of view
This letting go is cutting me in two
Dont care whats on the pages in a story without you
No
No, No
Care whats on the pages in a story without you
This letting go is cutting me in two
Dont care whats on the pages in a story without you
No
This letting go is cutting me in two
Dont care whats on the pages in a story without you
No
This letting go is cutting me in two
Dont care whats on the pages in a story without you
No