Open Book Lyrics - Ed Harcourt

It's clear to us this love affair 

Has self combusted everywhere 

And I don't feel so debonair 

My piano collects dust 

A funeral with no mourners 

I wish that I'd turned corners 

To see the signs that warn us 

But I didn't make a fuss 

Well my life keeps on spinning 

It's this drunken procession 

I can't learn my lessons 

These plates that I'm spinning 

Soon they'll smash on the ground 

Make a loud crashing sound 

And I am still an open book 

And you can have a secret look inside 

Inside 

As children make their way to class 

I sit and raise another glass 

Cause you don't dwell much on the past 

When it keeps haunting you 

Oh, the marching band stomps down the block 

And makes the baby cradles rock 

And my keys, they won't turn a lock 

Perhaps I don't want them to 

Well my life keeps on spinning 

It's this drunken procession 

I can't learn my lessons 

These plates that I'm spinning 

Soon they'll smash on the ground 

Make a loud crashing sound 

And I am still an open book 

And you can have a secret look inside 

Inside 

Well my life keeps on spinning 

It's this drunken procession 

I can't learn my lessons 

These plates that I'm spinning 

Soon they'll smash on the ground 

Make a loud crashing sound 

And I am still an open book 

And you can have a secret look 

And I am still an open book 

And you can have a secret look 

And I am still an open book 

And you can have a secret look inside 

Inside