Текст песни Letter From the Wastland - The Wallflowers

Now coming down
Out of this swan dive to your arms
But I make no sounds
When I move through your reservoir
But I wake up quick
And I wake up sick
As you abandon me
Into these fields of rank and file
Through this cloud I hear you breathing
Through these bars I watch them bring more in
Now I send back letters from the wasteland home
Where I slow dance to this romance on my own
It may be two to tango, but boy it′s one to let go
It's just one to let go
Now boy keep still
Now don′t spread yourself around
Get back in line
Eat your bread
And just work the plough
'Cause you're not through
They′re not done with with you
Did you think you were
The only one that′s been let down
So sleep tight little boys of the new damned
Another drop in the tidal wave of quicksand
Now I send back letters from the wasteland home
Where I slow dance to this romance on my own
May take two to tango, but boy it's one to let go
Now another bad idea gets through
Down the assembly line to you
You′re every bridge I should have burned
Every lesson I've unlearned
In this smoke-filled waiting room
With incarcerated lovesick fools
I will wait for you to cut me loose
But until then
I send back letters from the wasteland home
Where I slow dance to this romance on my own
Now I send back letters from the wasteland home
From where I slow dance to this romance on my own