Текст песни Taking My Life In Your Hands - Elvis Costello & The Brodsky Quartet

My dear impulsive darling, I suspect my letter got to you too late
And it′s really just a silly fragment of paper
But it means so much to those who wait
All the suffering days and nights till I dare dream again
There you suddenly stand and I'll be damned
If you didn′t disappear with the dawn

Hours pass and darkness comes
Soon I will close my eyes
Will you return?
If you don't reply, you'll be taking my life in your hands
You′ll be taking my life in your hands
Taking my life in your hands

I don′t know why, my dearest darling
I can't tell you how I feel when you are near
When I see you have returned my letters unopened
I will tear them up, your voice ringing in my ears
But you′re kidding yourself if you think this correspondence will end
I can always pretend words I don't have the courage to send reach you

Hours pass and darkness comes
Soon I will close my eyes
Will you return?
If you don′t reply, you'll be taking my life in your hands
You′ll be taking my life in your hands
Taking my life in your hands