Unfasten your latch
It makes you lose your thought
Do you? Do you?
All you really have to do is ask
But now you've gotta write them all again
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
She's writing, she's weaving
You think she's an open book
Unbolt it, unlock it
You think she's an open book
You want her, confront her
Just open your window
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Well, you think she's an open book
Inventing small contraptions
Writing your own headlines
It quickens, it thickens
Just open your window
You are believing your own stories
You want it, confront it
Ignoring your own deadlines
That roll across your polished hardwood floors
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an open book
But you're caught in your own glory
But you're caught in your own glory
It takes you, it shakes you
Conceiving a plot
You think she's an open book
Do you? Do you?
Timing your contractions
You can't put it down now
You are believing your own stories
