Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Letters to Yourself, artist - Swingin Utters. Album song Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, and Bones, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 24.02.2003
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
Letters to Yourself |
Let your eyes promise me lies |
Let your sigh be a sweet goodbye |
Never even write to me a letter |
I won’t worry about tearful endeavors |
There was no reason to return, I was told |
Nobody waiting back home |
Nothing is left but the promises of praise |
Nothing remains but the courages I crave |
No phone calls late at night |
Picture’s a constant reminder |
No burning of impassioned pages |
Or returning them to sender |
You send a letter to the only one you can’t deny |
Who will never send you a reply |
You never bother to ask yourself why |
Blinded by your own dim light |
Tried but devout, tortured the cherished |
Loved the unheralded, bought up their trash |
Brought to my knees by beggars and braggarts |
Washed my laced sleeves after each miscarriage |
You fill your pen and spill your words onto each line |
Your monogram in wax seals a pathetic cry |
You’re so romantic, so cautious and tranquilized |
Is anything behind your eyes? |
Behind your eyes |
Behind your eyes |