Caroline

It's been countless days
Since last you wrote
And countless more since last we spoke
But now that's all that remains
The letters that make up your name
I used to see every line across your face
But now the lines are lost
And stories told, and I've grown old
Let me read again the letters that you sent

Caroline
Wrote to me every day
Of that July
But now that's all I have left
Just thirty-one pages of Caroline

I waited all that time for you
To write me back, to write a new
Verse of our love, but it never came
Just hope my Caroline was saved
And just as I had always feared
Your precious words they disappeared
Into my mind as I went blind
Let me read again the letters that you sent

Caroline
Wrote to me every day
Of that July
But now that's all I have left
Just thirty-one pages of Caroline

To pick them up
Might cut my hands and blind me
To pick them up
Might cut my hands and blind me
Let me read again the letters that she sent