Текст песни
I kept my best days folded away,
Saving them for a life not yet begun.
I read the calendar like it was scripture,
Waiting for a sign that never comes.
I thought I'd stop once things got easier,
Once the timing finally lined up right.
But the pages kept on turning without me,
And I kept missing my own life.
Half my life spent preparing for a life that already began.
The door I thought was closing was open in my hand.
Saving them for a life not yet begun.
I read the calendar like it was scripture,
Waiting for a sign that never comes.
I thought I'd stop once things got easier,
Once the timing finally lined up right.
But the pages kept on turning without me,
And I kept missing my own life.
Half my life spent preparing for a life that already began.
The door I thought was closing was open in my hand.