The Letters (Live in Vienna, 1 December 2016)

With quill and silver knife
She carved a poison pen
Wrote to her lover's wife
Your husband's seed has fed my flesh

As if a leper's face
That tainted letter graced
The wife with choke-stone throat
Ran to the day with tear-blind eyes

Impaled on nails of ice!
And raked with emerald fire
The wife with soul of snow
With steady hands begins to write

I'm still, I need no life
To serve on boys and men
What's mine was yours is dead
I take my leave of mortal flesh



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Fripp, Peter John Sinfield
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