i am sorry that i set my sights on the things i read something meant for your husband maybe you left it under the bed once upon a love those words blew free and secret the pages lay around drifted to the hands of the publisher and the greedy generations on down burn all the letters the government s on the phone burn all the letters send them on to a safer home burn all the letters brand them in you before you go soldiers are coming to plunder but there are some things they will never know we made our love out of dignity dug our nails in the dirt hung our towel soaked souls out on the line we loved so hard that it hurt to ease my pain i took a pen and paper incarnate came the bleeding send it back before the public eye perverts it in the reading and burn all the letters ah the government s on the phone burn all the letters send them on back to a safer home burn all the letters brand them in you before you go the soldiers coming to plunder but there are some things they will never know burn all the letters ah the government s on the phone on the phone burn all the letters send them on to a safer home burn all the letters to you and you to to me coming to take what they can they cannot read what they cannot see  mmm