Life In Letters

No more writing home

Just to tell you what you’ve always known

What you’ve always known

Simply I’m alone

A hundred miles north, where

I belong

Oh where I belong

I’m always fighting

With the thought that I could do more

Than sit and wait and wonder

When my life became a bore

Some more

An expert of the inside edges of my window

Never seen a coast or even where the wind goes

I’m not asking you to hurry up and wait

But if you live a life in letters you might never really feel alive

You might never really feel alive

You might never really feel alive

Whisper to me slow

Give me a chance to hear the voice

I barely know

That I barely know

Soon you’ll have to go

From 7A to pens

Just to say hello

Just to say hello

I’m always fighting

With the thought that I could do more

Than sit and wait and wonder

When my life became a bore

Some more

An expert of the inside edges of my window

Never seen a coast or even where the wind goes

I’m not asking you to hurry up and wait

But if you live a life in letters you might never really feel alive

You might never really feel alive

You might never really feel alive

You might never really feel alive

You might never really feel alive

You might never really feel alive

You might never really feel alive

You might never really feel alive