Write To Me, Buccheimer

Write to me Buccheimer
Send it to me, send it to me, you set me free
I heard your requiem to the pennywhistle
The one you sent, on an old cassette, still we've never met

Things really have changed Buccheimer,
But since you met her what use is it to you
Her passions bequeathed was instrumental
To dance in the shadow of the Red Town Hall

Relationships can cause inertia of identity
Personalities that once had dreams
Oh and Buccheimer, I only know you by your written hand
But now I see she writes it for you
Looking how a child would write in the sand



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Writer(s): Vincent Coole
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