He will close the last page

How many come? Nobody comes, nobody attends me on the storm and nobody comes close. No one to sing a little verse, nobody blushes my face with a caress. There's always an outside, but I can never join. There’s always an outside, but only a small corner where I fit no longer, a tiny corner that I have been denied. He will close the last page, but has not read. He's only going to close the book.

How many come? Nobody comes, nobody attends on the storm and nobody comes close. No one to sing a little verse, nobody blushes my face with a caress. There's always an outside, but I can never join. There’s always an outside, but only a small corner where I fit no longer, a tiny corner that I have been denied. He will close the last page, but has not read. He's only going to close the book.

How many come? Nobody comes, nobody attends me on the storm and nobody comes close. No one to sing a little verse, nobody blushes my face with a caress. There's always an outside, but I can never join. There’s always an outside, but only a small corner where I fit no longer, a tiny corner that I have been denied. He will close the last page, but has not read. He's only going to close the book.

How many come? Nobody comes, nobody attends me on the storm and nobody comes close. No one to sing a little verse, nobody blushes my face with a caress. There's always an outside, but I can never join. There’s always an outside, but only a small corner where I fit no longer, a tiny corner that I have been denied. He will close the last page, but has not read. He's only going to close the book.

How many come? Nobody comes, nobody attends me on the storm and nobody comes close. No one to sing a little verse, nobody blushes my face with a caress. There's always an outside, but I can never join. There’s always an outside, but only a small corner where I fit no longer, a tiny corner that I have been denied. He will close the last page, but has not read. He's only going to close the book.

How many come? Nobody comes, nobody attends me on the storm and nobody comes close. No one to sing a little verse, nobody blushes my face with a caress. There's always an outside, but I can never join. There’s always an outside, but only a small corner where I fit no longer, a tiny corner that I have been denied. He will close the last page, but has not read. He's only going to close the book.