Life in Letters

No more writing home Just to tell you what you've always known What you've always known Simply I'm alone A hundred miles north, where I belong Oh where I belong I'm always fighting with the thought that I could do more Than sit and wait and wonder when my life became a bore Some more An expert of the inside edges of my window Never seen a coast or even where the wind goes I'm not asking you to hurry up and wait But if you live a life in letters you might never really feel alive You might never really feel alive You might never really feel alive Whisper to me slow Give me a chance to hear the voice I barely know That I barely know Soon you'll have to go From 7A to pens, just to say hello Just to say hello I'm always fighting with the thought that I could do more Than sit and wait and wonder when my life became a bore Some more An expert of the inside edges of my window Never seen a coast or even where the wind goes I'm not asking you to hurry up and wait But if you live a life in letters you might never really feel alive You might never really feel alive You might never really feel alive You might never really feel alive You might never really feel alive You might never really feel alive You might never really feel alive You might never really feel alive