These are letters

i don't write

every evening and 

i give up the fight



and i see beauty everyday

but beauty held nerves (?)

and won't come my way



and i don't care what you think about love



I've heard stories

honest and true

flowing rivers 

and leading to you



and things get easy if you cut them out

but you packing your pain

till you're ready to shout



and i don't care what you think

i'll just sit here

you're on the brink of love

hmmm



and it's a long way down

you should've held my hand

i liked you better than you lied

you are more to the point

and you look me in the eyes

with love



These are letters

i don't write

every evening and

i give up the fight



and i see beauty everyday

and beauty held nerves (?)

and won't come my way



and i don't care what you think 

i'll just sit here

you're on the brink of love

yehh

i don't care what you think

i'll just sit here 

on the brink of love

of love



yehh oohhh

yehh oohhh

oooohhh

ooohhhh