Текст песни Swingin` Utters - Letters To Yourself
Swingin` Utters - Letters To Yourself слова песни
Let your eyes promise me liesLet your sigh be a sweet goodbyeAnd never even write to me a letterI won`t worry about tearful endeavorsThere was no reason to returnI was toldNobody waiting for meto come back homenothing is leftbut the promise of praiseNothing remainsNo phone calls late at nightof pictures a constant reminderno burning of inpassioned pagesor returning them to senderyou send a letter to the only one you can`t denywill never send you a replyyou never bother to sit backand ask yourself whyBlinded by your own dim lightTried but devoutTortured the cherishedloved the unheraldedBought up their trashBrought to my kneesby beggars and braggartswashed my laced sleevesafter each miscarriageYou fill your pen andspill the words onto each lineyour monogram in waxseals another pathetic cryYou`re so romanticSo cautious and tranquilizedis there anything behind your eyes