It was one of those days you realise the world was gonna change
The colours in the sky would never look the same again
I didn't feel that old but if you counted up the days
You'd understand how long I had to wait... to rip up the pages
I was glad I got up early to see the mist come off the trees
I didn't mind the chilly feel of cobwebs on my feet
The rocks were getting warmer as I sat down by the sea
The sun came round the corner & shone on me
Ripping up the pages, changing all the names
You find a dusty roud and you walk quite slow til you're sure you lost your way
Who cares where the days went, and how many more remain
There's always time to say you're feeling fine, you can die with a smile on your face
Just rip up the pages
Well I scrambled 'round the rocks until I'd left the beach behind
The water like a jewellery box was flashing in my eye
The rolling of the waves was like a churchbell in my mind
It seemed to be announcing it was time... to rip up the pages
Above the jumbled town I found my way onto the dunes
And sat down on the ground to take in something of the view
It would take another lifetime to count all those shades of blue
Which seemed as good as anything to do
The dust of the town settled over me as I lay on the ground in a pattern of leaves
I had a feeling I had some things to do, but the feelings didn't last
I watched the bark peel off the trees and I listened to the whine of the midday breeze
You never have the future, and you've already lost the past
Eclectic music label based in Bristol, UK. Specialising in short run limited editions that nevertheless shift very few copies. Local Underground is Rocker's baby, baby.