My dear impulsive darling I suspect my letter got to you late And it's really just a silly fragment of paper But it means so much to those who wait All suffering days and nights 'til I dare dream again you 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 Will you return if you don't reply You'll be taking my life in your hands You'll be taking my life in hands Taking my life in your hands
I don't know why my darling I can't tell you how I when you are near When I see you have returned my letters unopened I will tear them up, your ringing in my ears But you're kidding yourself if you think this correspondence will end I can always pretend words I have the courage to send Reach you