Dear Louise There are so many things I want But mainly And like everybody I want–, I want–, I want–, I-I want to be loved
Don’t you think, dear Louise That because, I think, I have a light heart It’s been such a long time Since I was in love?
Spring is coming Spring is coming With a strawberry in the mouth With a strawberry in the mouth With a strawberry in the mouth
And what I want is To walk beside you Needing nothing But the Sun that’s in our eyes Paint the picture In blood and butter Holy water Fire in the sky
Spring is coming Spring is coming With a strawberry in the mouth With a strawberry in the mouth With a strawberry in the mouth
Dear Daniel I can’t think of anything worth writing I just write to you So that you know I am alive And that cinders always remain Where there was once a fire
