17.04.2003 ~ 8:17 pm
i have been going through more of my life-crap. and i found christmas cards from �96. and letters that i got, letters that i was going to send but didn't and a crapload of party invitations and thank you notes. i kept a lot of them.
it may or may not surprise you (since i am an obsessive freak after all) that there is a song for this:
Whirler by RUTH
Beware of the boxes under your bed
Full of old cold love
Those colourful letters now faded and dead
Let them be -
No, save yourself pain
Let them be -
Come and read us again
Look out for the letters that hide in the drawer
Full of old cold love
Those 'times of your life' can restore you no more
Throw them out -
No, tuck them away
Throw them out -
No, you'll need us some day
Mighty time races on
It leaves nothing unchanged
That's the one thing that you can rely on
All the while you think you are still
You are whirling
La la la
Try not to think of the flowers you sent
Full of old gold love
The petals are ripped and the perfume's all spent
Let them go -
Time will push them away
Let them go -
In your head they will never decay
They will never ever decay
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