The Letter Song (Revised)

The letters By Leonard Cohen
You never liked to get
The letters that I sent
But now youve got the gist
Of what my letters meant
Yorre reading them again
The ones you didnt burn
You press them to your lips
My pages of concern
I said thered been a flood
I said theres nothing left
I hoped that you would come
I gave you my address
Your story was so long
The plot was so intense
It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense
The wounded forms appear
The loss, the full extent
And simple kindness here
The solitude of strength
I said thered been a flood
I said theres nothing left
I hoped that you would come
I gave you my address
Your walk into my room
You stand there at my desk
Begin your letter to
The one whos coming next
Begin your letter to
The one whos coming next