Letters

When the summer is through
And it's just me and you
Is this dead or alive?
Are you planning to stay
Or will you run away
Leaving me to ask why?

This was the first of the letters I'd write to you
Every morning and every night
And I'd never quite send them
Too lost in my thoughts, too afraid
Of what you'd say

I know loving is hard
We're both broken and scarred
But with you I can breathe
As these days turn to nights
And these autumn nights come
Is this love what we need?
Are we willing to try
Putting in enough time
To find out what this means?

This was the next of the letters I'd write to you
Every morning and every night
And I'd write and rewrite them
But throw them away in the end
Never send
This was the next of the letters I'd write to you
This was the next of the letters I'd write to you

Is this how summertime ends for the both of us
With unspoken love, but the words on our lips?
Is this how summertime ends for the both of us
With so much more love left to give?

This is the last of the letters I'll write to you
Every morning and every night
And I've written you hundreds
Some things are left better unsaid
And unread
This is the last of the letters I'll write to you
This is the last of the letters I'll write to you