From the album Tigerlily
If I ever write this letter, the pages I could write. But I don’t know where to send it; you have vanished. Heaven knows where you live, heaven only knows. If I ever write this letter, bitter words it would contain. Just an unrequited lover wishing she had never spoken your name, had never known your name. But if I write this letter, the truth it would reveal. Knowing you brought me pleasure. How often I’ll treasure moments that we knew, the precious and the few.
Natalie Merchant / Indian Love Bride ©1995