Tom Rosenthal - Letter Song

Lyrics by：Tom Rosenthal

Composed by：Tom Rosenthal

I hope your adventures are still misconceived

And how are you

Don't say fine

I enclose to you a little cheque

For your gambling debts

And your secret lives

I don't know how you'd write to me

But you could try

Send it in the morning with a lick of light

fire it into the dead of night

Oh you might not recognise me

When I get back

Are you still coming last or first

Stay out of the middle

And roll your dice

Nothing is the end of the world

Except the end of the world

So hold your light

Oh this postcard may beat me home

May beat me home I know

Have you tried Montaigne on friendship

Maybe give it a go

Did England win the world cup

We don't get mail or papers here

But that doesn't mean that I'm giving up

And if you write to me then it might appear

I don't know how you'd get to me

But you could try

Send it with the calling of the evening light

And fire it into a summer's night

Oh you might not recognise me

When I get back

Oh you might not recognise me

Oh you might not recognise me when I get back

Oh you might not recognise me

Oh you might not recognise me when I get back

What's your latest obsession

And tell me how is your mum

And what will your face look like

When I see you ag