| Fourteen years and counting, and bolder every day | |
| She spends her hours reading, and hides herself away | |
| She sits there with those headphones on and fills her life with Grace | |
| And Alice is her holy grail | |
| No she'll never let go of her lover | |
| She will never let go of her friend | |
| She'll never get over Alice | |
| And the hurt may never mend | |
| Oh she'll never stop living stories | |
| But the pages blind her view | |
| So maybe she just wasn't watching | |
| When Alice found someone new | |
| A glass of wine for breakfast | |
| An early end to the day | |
| She hears familiar footsteps | |
| And looks the other way | |
| She hasn't swapped a word with her since that day in June | |
| A fleeting glance will have to do | |
| No she'll never let go of her lover | |
| She will never let go of her friend | |
| She'll never get over Alice | |
| And the hurt may never mend | |
| Oh she'll never stop living stories | |
| But the pages blind her view | |
| So maybe she just wasn't watching | |
| When Alice found someone new | |
| So give me one good reason why she shouldn't just give up now | |
| (for all the good it can do) | |
| Give me one good reason why she shouldn't just give up now | |
| Cos sometimes making the effort just brings you down, | |
| Sometimes making the effort just brings you down | |
| Brings you down | |
| No she'll never let go of her lover | |
| She will never let go of her friend | |
| She'll never get over Alice | |
| And the hurt may never mend | |
| Oh she'll never stop living stories | |
| But the pages blind her view | |
| So maybe she just wasn't watching | |
| When Alice found someone new |