Lettergo

In a room painted beige and blue

Some fifty-odd years ago

I'm lying here, recalling

Holding her tight at a fairground show

She blessed me with fire and candyfloss

And her sweet-salted lips

It never tasted like this

It never tasted like this

In a hollow tree of childhood games

Of hopes and promises missed

She promised me things

I never could understand

It was a pleasure and a privilege

Then as it is now

It was a pleasure and a privilege

But I'll guess you'll never know

On a visit on a whim

There was nobody home

Save an old lady

That didn't speak my language

So my scrawled note

Stayed in my tatty hand

"It was a pleasure

It was a privilege"

Too many letters don't get sent

Too many letters don't get read

There's too many letters that don't get sent

There's too many letters

Too many letters don't get sent

Too many letters don't get read

There's too many letters under my bed

There's too many letters

Too many letters don't get sent

Too many letters don't get read

There's too many letters that don't get sent

There's too many letters