the letter home
Singer:costello, elvis
in the year of our lord nineteen
why must i apologize every time that i sit down to write
through my own fault i may find
you're no longer living at this address
please excuse the lack of news
the feeling of strange privilege
in these times of distress
mean more than years imprisoned by etiquette. i can remember when we were children
though i could never imagine this day
your brother told me we'd live forever