Burnt Amber
I have a friend with a fleck in her eye
It shines like topaz: like she shines
Well, spare me a moment
My goddess of hearth
'Cause you keep me together
When I'm falling apart
I'm afraid
We've lost our way
She is like the letter on my desk
That I keep meaning to send
But I'm scared I've got the address wrong
And I'm so sorry, my dear
Is that what you need to hear?
'Cause it's something I find hard to say
You deserve more than my sad little songs
My apologies
And good day
I have a friend with November hair
Seven years, she's always been there
And as the envelope yellows it
Starts to sink in
That I'd tattoo her letter
Across my skin
I'm afraid
I've led us astray
She is like the letter on my desk
That I keep meaning to send
But I'm scared I've got the address wrong
And I'm so sorry, my dear
Is that what you need to hear?
'Cause it's something that I need to say
You deserve more than my sad little songs
My apologies
And good day
I guess it's too late to start making excuses
But if I send the letter, will you respond?
I've had far too many come in marked
"Return to Sender," and I
Can't seem to let the papers rot
Dear Elise, my autumn symphony
I am sorry I'm the coward that I am
It shines like topaz: like she shines
Well, spare me a moment
My goddess of hearth
'Cause you keep me together
When I'm falling apart
I'm afraid
We've lost our way
She is like the letter on my desk
That I keep meaning to send
But I'm scared I've got the address wrong
And I'm so sorry, my dear
Is that what you need to hear?
'Cause it's something I find hard to say
You deserve more than my sad little songs
My apologies
And good day
I have a friend with November hair
Seven years, she's always been there
And as the envelope yellows it
Starts to sink in
That I'd tattoo her letter
Across my skin
I'm afraid
I've led us astray
She is like the letter on my desk
That I keep meaning to send
But I'm scared I've got the address wrong
And I'm so sorry, my dear
Is that what you need to hear?
'Cause it's something that I need to say
You deserve more than my sad little songs
My apologies
And good day
I guess it's too late to start making excuses
But if I send the letter, will you respond?
I've had far too many come in marked
"Return to Sender," and I
Can't seem to let the papers rot
Dear Elise, my autumn symphony
I am sorry I'm the coward that I am
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Writer(s): Anna Turner
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