Open Book

 
                
Ebm  
She's writing, she's writing  
She's writing a novel  
B  
She writing, she's weaving  
Conceiving a plot  
Db  
It quickens, it thickens  
You can't put it down now  
Ebm  
It takes you, it shakes you  
It makes you lose your thought  
  
Ebm  
But you're caught in your own glory  
B 
You are believing your own stories  
  
Db  
Writing your own headlines  
Ignoring your own deadlines  
Ebm  
But now you've gotta write that all again  
  
Db                      Gb  
You think she's an open book  
B                        Db          Gb  
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?  
You think she's an open book  
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?  
Do you? do you?  
  
You want her, confront her  
Just open your window  
Unbold it unlock it  
Unfasten your latch  
You want it, confront it  
Just open your window  
All you really have to do is ask  
  
But you're caught on your glory  
You are believing your own stories  
  
Timing your contractions  
Inventing small contraptions  
That roll across your polished hard wood floors  
  
You think she's an open book  
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?  
You think she's an open book  
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?  
Do you? do you?