Keaton Henson - Judging Books By Their Covers

I know I may be lean,
Not comfortable being seen,
But I feel like I'm just what you need.

And though my body's thin and
I don't let anyone in
I can't help but let this begin.

And though I may seem cold
And I feel I'm growing old
I wish that you would just come home,
I'm tired of feeling alone.
Please tell me how to let go.

Love, I know you're doing fine,
Your chapters end so well,
And love, I love your welling eyes,
You seem happy I can tell.

Love I know you'll be alright,
But I can't help but feel sorry,
'Cause love, your book will end just fine,
But I am a different story.
I am a different story.

I know I am a mess
And I love most people less
But I miss the feel of your summer dress
And this all may be weird
I can feel you are not near
But please, baby, just come back here.
Please, baby, just come back here.

Love, I know you'll be alright,
Your chapters end so well
Love, I love your welling eyes
You're happy I can tell.

Love, I know you're doing fine,
But I can't help but feel sorry.
'Cause love, your tale will end just fine,
But mine is a different story.
Mine is a different story.