Letra da Música Pages de Berman

writing a novel, a hundred thousand pages, about the
things that she's been through, there's no ending, but
she's tired of waiting, for shattered dreams to come
true
is that what i wanted, is that what i needed, for her
open wounds, to go on untreated
lookin' in her eyes, seeing more than blue, free of
all the fears that she's been fighting, the life she's
living now, has got pages left, maybe she and i can end
her writing