by: Torndreams
Burn All The Letters, by: Emily Sailors of Indigo Girls
I am sorry that I set my sights on the things I read
Something meant for your husband maybe you left under the bed
I look up from my seat on the bed to see you staring at me with a terrified look on you face. When had you come in? I hadn't heard you, nor had I seen you. But it seems that what I found wasn't meant for me? Perhaps for your husband; for the letters seem so old and they were under you bed. But just maybe…
Once upon a love those words blew free and secret but the pages lay around
Drifted to the hands of the publisher and the greedy generations on down
Months later, months of love, months of happiness…months of hiding, months of fear…I love you and you love me. When we're alone we can conquer the world. But when in company its just our little secret. A secret only said in our letters. Those letters' secrets drift into the wrong hands…
Burn all the letters (someone is always watching)
The government's on the phone (whether openly or secretly)
You tell me to burn the letters and I can't believe it. It's the only way I know its real. Those letters let me know you really love me and not him. You tell me we've been found out and that it's not worth losing everything. Everything? You are everything for me. Everything…
Burn all the letters (breathe life into your story)
Send them on to a safer home (burn it to secrecy)
You tell me to do it again. It'll be safer that way. Burn it to secrecy. Burn all the letters so the secrecy will be safe. Why does it have to be secret and safe? I don't want to hide…
Burn all the letters brand them in before you go
Soldiers are coming to plunder but there are some things they will never know
There is a clicking and shuffling at the door and we both turn. You quickly push the letters into my hands. Your husband is pushing in the front as you're pushing me out the back. And it hurts me so bad, so, so, so bad…
We made our love out of dignity, we dug our nails in the dirt
Hung out towel soaked souls out on the line we loved so hard that it hurt
You're coming to me tonight. Telling me you love me. Telling me you're proud of me, of us. You love me. You want me. You kiss my neck. I dig my nails into your back. I'm crying now. I know once we're done here you'll just go back to him. The safety and security of him…
To ease my pain I took a pen and paper, incarnate came the bleeding
Send it back before the public eye perverts it in the reading
Like I said, you're leaving me now. Leaving to go back "home". How is that place a home for you? I just don't understand. So, to ease my pain, I'm taking to pen and paper one last time. I'm writing to you. I'm writing for you once more…
Burn all the letters (someone is always watching)
The government's on the phone (whether openly or secretly)
I'm telling you in my last letter that you have to choose. Though I know your choice without asking. I think of burning those letters, but I can't. I can't… doing that would be like saying it was never real. It was real, wasn't it?…
Burn all the letters (breathe life into your story)
Send them on to a safer home (burn it into secrecy)
You write me back saying you love me more than life. But you're afraid. Afraid of the consequences. Afraid. All I want is to hold you, but I know I can't. Once again you plead with me to burn the letters. But this time I concede. I give in. I do it…
Burn all the letters from you to me
They're coming to take what they can but they cannot read
What they cannot see
I keep one of the letters in my pocket. I carry it everywhere. It's the first one you wrote me. I love you. I do. And, baby, don't you ever dare to forget that. Nor that I had you before anyone else.