A rhythm awoke within me
Writing letters of course she's in em'
Her eyes pinned me
Making this life a version of her kingdom
Not knowing if they'll haunt me
All the while she's singing glory
They found a letter that I wrote
Saying "It's better if we just burn this page."
I'm sorry I wrote it long ago
Expressing my love in wrongful ways
I'm only ever thinking about you, you know
I saw the other day that Doves and Ravens fly the same most days