Letras
I wish I could be a shooting star
I wish I could be warm and bizarre
Or hills, rolling into sky
A river running wide, the apple of your eye
Now the summer heat has come and gone
The lamp is lit and all the shades are drawn
Send roses if you can, put the petals in my hand
And now I understand
That I photograph the rain
Make it all look sane
And try to wax romantic
When love, my heart is only frantic
Hello, love, I got your letter
Written in your yellow sweater
Trust me, love, I'm doing better
It's only fair to say
Now the guests are folding into pairs
So make the bed and move me up the stairs
Love, I think we had it all
And now I'm feeling small
Just a picture on your wall
And, so the story ends
Another to begin
Another happy ending
Another letter I am never sending
