A Rotterdam November Letter
I'm writing you a letter
not on stone, not on paper.
Paper will burn and stone will crumble
And I dont trust such flimsy materials.
My words are written on the topic of a human heart
my actions are the lines containing.
My phone calls are so much more than words
my motives are the mail and carrier.
You built these walls to keep out the world
Swear you won't get hurt. Swear you won't get hurt.
But i'll be right here, see if these walls fall
Yes ill be right here
holding out my letter
Trouble with confidence is a small word confined.
Trust sometimes it hurts, betrayal leaves scars.
You can't live in fear, no matter how afraid you are.
My hands won't supply the ink
but my tongue will oh
My arms are busy writing the greeting.
The address is where ever you will be.
The post script will take its time and take its time.
You built these walls to keep out the world
Swear you won't get hurt. Swear you won't get hurt.
But i'll be right here, see if these walls fall
Yes ill be right here
holding out my letter
To read what's written
don't look for paragraphs and lines
To read what's written
watch my face, watch my eyes
the font will be written in consistency
the farewell in sincerity
To read what's written
don't look for paragraphs and lines
To read what's written
watch my face, watch my eyes
the font will be written in consistency
the farewell in...
You built these walls to keep out the world
Swear you won't get hurt. Swear you won't get hurt.
But i'll be right here, see if these walls fall
Yes ill be right here
Did you get my letter?
