The Chronicles Of Sarnia

I had to hide myself in a book
To keep your love away
The pages worn with all of my faults
The cover torn away

I gave my life to the water God
For an apprenticeship
Answering the mail and his door
For nyads, hyppogryphs, after
Midwinter banquet, he shook his head
"Sadly, no
I can reverse the river's flow,
But I can never send you home."

I had to hide myself in a book
To keep your love away
When you read me, I get to look
Back at my younger days