STARLINGVILLE

Lyrics

Turning, the last page
An old gem, becomes new again
A work of art, a stroke of a pen
The colors, whisper in my ear
From this painting, made of words, the atmosphere,
Is giving me hope, like a lifelong friend

When the writer takes his pen,
And takes you places, you've never been
He solves the puzzle with words in the end,
As his last piece of mind leaves the pen.

A story I'll hope will never end
It's loyal, and willing to defend,
Those who are afraid to love again
Not blinded by their mistakes,
No burning hearts with a longing for revenge
A key to lock the door to the room of the enemy within

When the writer takes his pen,
And takes you places, you've never been
He solves the puzzle with words in the end,
As his last piece of mind leaves the pen

Turning, the last page.
Thinking of the writer whose hands are tied.
An' writes imaginary letters behind his closed eyes.
If he could, he would, tell you his story.
Word by word, chapter by chapter, and by heart
Every wound is memorized.

When the writer takes his pen,
And takes you places, you've never been
He solves the puzzle with words in the end,
As his last piece of mind leaves the pen