Текст песни Letter Song - Tom Rosenthal
I
hope
your
adventures
are
still
misconceived
And
how
are
you?
Don't
say
fine
I
enclose
to
you
a
little
cheque
For
your
gambling
debts
And
your
secret
lives
I
don't
know
how
you'd
write
to
me
But
you
could
try
Send
it
in
the
morning
with
a
lick
of
light
Fire
it
into
the
dead
of
night
Oh,
you
might
not
recognise
me
When
I
get
back
Are
you
still
coming
last
or
first?
Stay
out
of
the
middle
And
roll
your
dice
Nothing
is
the
end
of
the
world
Except
the
end
of
the
world
So
hold
your
light
Oh,
this
postcard
may
beat
me
home
May
beat
me
home,
I
know
Have
you
tried
Montaigne
on
friendship?
Maybe
give
it
a
go
Did
England
win
the
world
cup?
We
don't
get
mail
or
papers
here
But
that
doesn't
mean
that
I'm
giving
up
And
if
you
write
to
me
then
it
might
appear
I
don't
know
how
you'd
get
to
me
But
you
could
try
Send
it
with
the
calling
of
the
evening
light
And
fire
it
into
a
summer's
night
Oh,
you
might
not
recognize
me
When
I
get
back
Oh,
you
might
not
recognize
me
Oh,
you
might
not
recognize
me
when
I
get
back
Oh,
you
might
not
recognize
me
Oh,
you
might
not
recognize
me
when
I
get
back
What's
your
latest
obsession?
And
tell
me,
how
is
your
mum?
What
will
your
face
look
like
When
I
see
you
again,
my
son?
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