These are letters
i don't write
every evening and
i give up the fight

and i see beauty everyday
but beauty held nerves (?)
and won't come my way

and i don't care what you think about love

I've heard stories
honest and true
flowing rivers
and leading to you

and things get easy if you cut them out
but you packing your pain
till you're ready to shout

and i don't care what you think
i'll just sit here
you're on the brink of love
hmmm

and it's a long way down
you should've held my hand
i liked you better than you lied
you are more to the point
and you look me in the eyes
with love

These are letters
i don't write
every evening and
i give up the fight

and i see beauty everyday
and beauty held nerves (?)
and won't come my way

and i don't care what you think
i'll just sit here
you're on the brink of love
yehh
i don't care what you think
i'll just sit here
on the brink of love
of love

yehh oohhh
yehh oohhh
oooohhh
ooohhhh