The Author - Alex Preston

Games, we play

To say what’s not been said

Change, we say

That book’s been late to bed

And we’ve read it like

All I’ve got to say

I really really miss my shot at saying I know

I’ll turn the page

I really won’t care

And I really won’t let you down

(Yeah)

And I really won’t stare

And I really won’t turn around

(Yeah)

I can fear

The bells, they’ll ring alone

And I can hear

The shells beneath our toes

And we’re running like

All I’ve got to say

I really really miss my shot at saying I know

I’ll turn the page

I really won’t care

And I really won’t let you down

(Yeah)

And I really won’t stare

And I really won’t turn around

(Yeah)

Ooh ooh ooh ooh oooooh

Oooooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I can almost hear you crying

And I can almost see you laying next to me

Better love with story books and all those cliche’d storys you’d say

(Happy ever after was before we wrote this chapter)

I really won’t care

And I really won’t let you down

And I really won’t stare

And I really won’t turn around

And I really won’t care

And I really won’t let you down

And I really won’t stare

And I really won’t turn around

(Yeah, oh)

All I’ve got to say

I really really miss my shot at saying I know

I’ll turn the page