You wrote letters to our friends so that we could all pretend
You were able to defend my low
Complex lines in the degree
I owe you and you owe me
But I'm sure we won't agree, my love
And all the walls were falling down
Where are the words you wrote, were found
And all the silence space around was suddenly alive
We took them as we took our leave
Filling buckets, filling sleeves
We were little more than thieves, my love
And we read every single note
And every thought and every quote
I cried at every word you wrote, my love