here is a letter from my lonelier self to the one thats in love once again i couldnt find you so i thought that i would tell you a few things with my favorite blue pen this years been a hard one yeah i made so many big mistakes i lost the heart that id been given so when its love dont wait to say what it is when its love dont wait to say what it is after the fire is when the neighbors all come out their sadness dripping with relief it wasnt them and all your thoughts turn solid cause youve lost everything else and you need a place to lay your head and in the vacant silence of a lost manhattan boulevard youll hear the answers if you listen when its love dont wait to say what it is when its love dont wait to say what it is and i see couples kissing with their arms and fingers locked so tight i hope they say the words we didnt when its love dont wait to say what it is and dont trade love for an aimless embrace of the wind please dont lose your love the way that i did here is a letter from my lonelier self to the one thats in love once again