Songtexte: Wendy McNeill. When The Letter Came.

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When the letter came it was soggy from the rain
The ink was thin and running and I know the author was the same
Cause I am he -- he is me -- we are they
All handling problems in our own way

He said I don't need a lecture to tell me where it's at, they are full of good opinions and I can
Respect that,
But I don't need their halos playing with my light
Sure my lines aren't as smooth as they used to be
But that's all right

Are you gonne be like them he asked
Are you gonna shut your door
Because the sight of me is ugly
Because I'm supposed to be more
Do you think that I am crazy
Do you think that I am naive
Because these poisons are my passion
Because I'm living in a dream

I haven't got an answer, I haven't got a clue
Whatever makes you happiest I suppose that's
What you'll do
Oh those past times keep me thinking
Oh his present makes me say

I could love you more than i've been doing
I could judge you less than I know I say
What could be the answer
Could you whisper in my ear
Another quote from the last book you read dear

Could you whisper it in my ear
Another quote from the last book you read dear