It’s easy to worship from a distance Wouldn’t be the same, if she were here ’Cause in the glaring light of every day Without any safety clearance Romantic illusions just disappear I dream of us – together – united I always wake up with a smile But in the glaring light of every day The contented smile will soon be dead And all that’s left is sorrow and denial So I write love letters from New York Words full of fervour, longing, and care Stupid little letters To the one I like most Love letters from New York Letters – I never post
Written by Devin Mortenson, New York 2002 (Love Letters From New York)