Besedila: Lisa Mitchell. Love Letter.

I'd like a flat white
A day of pale skies and a real kiss
Inside an old house
By the seaside you can take off my blouse

But take it from me
I'm disorderly and you'd be off better
Writing someone else your love letter
'Cause I'm always on the road

And of course I wanna know you better
But you know the way it goes
Well, a telegram's no substitute
When it comes to living proof

Oh, go on and write somebody else
Oh, somebody else, oh anybody your love letter

So I need a flight home
There's no day to argue, no I need my pillow
Well, inside an old house
By the seaside you can take off my blouse

But take it from me
I'm disorderly and you'd be off better
Writing someone else your love letter
'Cause I'm always on the road

And of course I wanna know you better
But you know the way it goes
And a telegram's no substitute
When it comes to living proof

Go on and write somebody else
Somebody else, somebody else a love letter

Oh, living in that chest is a big, big heart
One that I've known from the very start
Living in that chest is a big, big heart
One that I've known from the very start

Oh, living in that chest is a big, big heart
One that I've known from the very start
Oh, living in that chest is a big, big heart
One that I've known from the very start

Go on, write somebody else your love letter
'Cause I'm always on the road
And of course, of course I wanna know you better
But you know the way it goes