Can we learn the lessons from the past? Have I just been walking around in a daze, careless with my love? Each turn of the page is a new chapter, a new verse, and a chance to work out who I am.
TURN THE PAGE
Turn the page
I’m in the corner of a darkened silent room
I smell perfume
Turn the page
The curtains open on a murky winter scene
Street lights of tangerine
I tried to keep up with this fluid storyline
It’s not surprising that I’m having a hard time
CHORUS
And I can’t help it
If I feel it
If you’re the love of my life
How could I let you go?
So we’re writing these new verses
In stereo
Turn the page
I’m deafened by the scratch of Iggy’s passenger
In front of her
Turn the page
I’m still smiling as she’s shouting in my ear
I’m out of here
The tower tumbles and there’s nowhere left to hide
A packing case taped up with all my dreams inside
CHORUS
Forgive me
When I’m guilty
Of taking you for granted
Trampling what we planted
A promise
The least that I can give
To turn another page
The fool becomes the sage
The tower tumbles and there’s nowhere left to hide
A packing case taped up with all my dreams inside
CHORUS
© ANDY BARKER JUNE 2021
