for the turtle:
And I think of your letters as love letters
Which is how I think of songs
In that it is the writing of them
That tend to carry us along
And I dance to one of your old tunes
With my true love on our wedding day
And your voice sang the way my heart would sing
If it finally knew just what to say
And I think of your letters as love letters
Which is how I think of songs
In that it is the writing of them
That tend to carry us along
And I dance to one of your old tunes
With my true love on our wedding day
And your voice sang the way my heart would sing
If it finally knew just what to say