The Eleventh Hour

When the world changes to the place so cold 
  I wonder if I could be your mirror 
  These days they that no man is an island 
  But when I dream of who we were I slip away 

  Like the pages of the book I'd never get to write 
  On the eastside of the city 
  Where the ink is running dry 
  And if you love me like you say 
  Take this book and burn the page 
  The rain will wash away the ashes 
  On the eastside of my heart 

  Tomorrow when your eyes are growing old 
  And your reflection starts to turn so cold 
  I wonder if I could be your mirror 
  And together we could crack and break forever 

  Like the pages of the book I'd never get to write 
  On the eastside of the city 
  Where the ink is running dry 
  And if you love me like you say 
  Take this book and burn the page 
  The rain will wash away the ashes 
  On the eastside of my heart