March 27, 2009,
My dearest Elisa, it took me some time
To sit down and write what is on my mind.
I got so much on my mind.
It is not the first time that this pen starts to write
Just to give up midway and feel dissatisfied
Words can be true but still not feel right.
They just don’t feel right.
Love letters, love letters are so hard pen down
Just a single wrong word can turn kings into clowns
And the right word just doesn’t always want to be found
Doesn’t want to be found.
So where do I begin, my lover, my friend?
We set out in search for the promised land
And make our mark on the earth, but now, in the end
Castles built in the sand.
We did our share of fighting, we struggled and bled
We took beatings und suffered too much to forget
Where do I begin with all I regret?
There’s so much I regret.
Love letters, love letters, are so hard to write
You gotta be precise and get the sentiment right
Best not say too much, keep it short, keep it tight
And for moods, best write by night.
We traveled far and we reached the shore.
We walked until we couldn’t walk anymore.
But for no second I wonder, what good was it for.
Oh what good was it for?
And now that we part, I watch you set your sail
I know you’ll make your mark one someone else’s trail
And you’ll form a bond that’s too strong to fail.
Too strong to fail.
But love letters, love letters, can’t redeem what we done
Some battles you fight aren’t meant be won
But what I learned about life is that it goes on.
Somehow life just goes on.
Music & Lyrics by John Allen.