Stop The Presses!

I want to hold my tongue about our love I think the gallery should too Good news is no news for everyone Because the rumours are never true I know you give your love to no one else And if I need you'll lay me down Bury the need for saturation Of advice parroted for how I hope that you're the one that stops the presses Leaves the pages white Read all about how you're extraordinary Well there's nothing else to write Allegedly, we're written in the stars Though all the stars we see have died So when you spied that celestial signature At least the astral ink had dried So no I won't beware the Ides of March Though it led Caesar to his brutal fate Into the Bard - you read as much you like I find he lacks in journalistic weight So I hope that you're the one that stops the presses Leaves the pages white Read all about how you're extraordinary Well there's nothing else to write I hope that we're the ones that stop the presses Leave the pages white Read all you want but that's no use to me I'll applaud a normal life And that's all she wrote, good night