My little brown book with the silver binding
How it keeps reminding me
Of a memory that's haunting me
In some quiet nook i go through it's pages
And peruse this ageless tale
Of the love that failed to ever become true
On this page is the date
Of that fateful night at eight
When we found we were no longer in love
After that there's nothing more
Just a dark and futile door
That shuts out the stars above
My little brown book
I inscribed your heart vows
But since we're apart
Now this and that last sweet kiss
Is all that's left of you
Is all that's left of you