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