Moving

Telegraphs written gone unread 

A Lonley love song lost in smoke 

A conversation between two now one 

Tell me how does the story end 

You said you figured it best 

I figured I'd wait a little longer 

Little girls always have dreams of castles 

And you were the hero 

If I say good bye today 

If I put a stamp on this letter 

Would I fold your cape and put it away for later 

I sit now in our sunset 

Folding envelope 

Tired of all the nights alone 

Maybe love never dies 

But I can't fight alone . 

So I walk down the path 

The numbers on the house they fall 

One by one 

Eyes black - tears fall 

But you figured it best 

As I drop this letter in the mail 

I'm guessing 

There will be 

No answer