Текст песни Elvis Costello - The Letter Home
Elvis Costello - The Letter Home слова песни
C/0 st. ignatus house, willoughby drive, parrametta,New south walesThis fifth day of july, in the year of our lord nineteenHundred and thirty fiveWhy must I apologize every time that I sit down to writeThrough my own fault I may findYoure no longer living at this addressPlease excuse the lack of newsThe feeling of strange privilegeFor the hour of trial, in these times of distressMean more than years imprisoned by etiquette.I can remember when we were childrenThough I could never imagine this dayYour brother told me wed live forever"ill go one better," I heard myself sayAnd it seems so strange, now that hes gone to recall all theseGamesWhile the years have divided usFriendships have strained and brokenOh, by the way, hows that girl that you wedI hated you then, but Im over the worst of itI cant come home, I might as well say, life is shortI shall not write again