The Letter

«Meet me there at midnight
Same place we always go
I’m absolutely sure he doesn’t know».-
Those words jump off the letter
That i found behind our bed,
Haunting me the echo in my head
In my head.
Chorus:
It’s too late to try and work it out,
There’s no way to turn this thing around.
It’s so hard, there in the letter that I’ve found
I’ve memorized it line for line
Too bad that letter isn’t mine, no
«When can i next see you?
I’ve been counting the days.
I promise you our secret will be safe." —
No, i just can’t continue,
Reading through my tears.
The meaning of the letter is so clear
So clear
It’s too late to try and work it out.
There’s no way to turn this thing around
It’s so hard, there in the letter that I’ve found
I memorized it line by line
Too bad that letter isn’t mine.
You wanted me to find it
Never tried to hide it.
Running never fades those words are here to stay
«I hope you find this letter
Writing you today.
These will be the last words that i say»
It’s too late to try and work it out
There’s no way to turn this thing around
It’s so hard, here in this letter that you’ve found
it’s too late to try and work it out
There’s no way to turn this thing around
It’s so hard, here in this letter that you’ve found.
«So memorized it line for line
I won’t be there to say goodbye.»