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