My dear impulsive darling I my letter got to you too late And it's really just a fragment of paper But it means so much to those who wait All the suffering days and nights 'til I dare dream again There suddenly stand and I'll be damned if you didn't disappear with the dawn
Hours pass and darkness comes Soon I will close my eyes you return if you don't reply You'll be taking my in your hands You'll be taking my life in your hands Taking my life in your hands
I don't know why my dearest darling I tell you how I when you are near When I see you have returned my letters unopened I will tear them up, your voice ringing in my ears But you're kidding if you think this correspondence will end I can pretend words I don't have the courage to send Reach you