Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I´m afraid to write

It´s the book of my days, it´s the book of my life
And it´s cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it´s all there to see as the section reveals
There´s some sorrow in every life

If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won´t understand ´til the end of my days
I´m still forced to remember
Remember the words of my life

There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There´s a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There´s a chapter on loss and a ghost who won´t die

There´s a chapter on love where the ink´s never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies

Though the pages are numbered
I can´t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

There´s a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat
There´s a page where we fail to meet

There are tales of good fortune that couldn´t be planned
There´s a chapter on god that I don´t understand

There´s a promise of Heaven and Hell but I´m damned if I see

Though the pages are numbered
I can´t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Now the daylight´s returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that´s left is you

Though the pages are numbered
I can´t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life