Love Letter - Lisa Mitchell

I’d like a flat white, a day of pale skies

And a real kiss

Inside an old house, by the seaside

You can take off my blouse

but take it from me;

I’m disorderly and you’d be off better

writing someone else your love letter

cause I’m always on the road

And of course I wanna know you better

But you know the way it goes

Well a telegram’s no substitute

when it comes to living proof

oh go on

and write somebody else,

oh somebody else,

oh anybody…

Your love letter.

(shoosha shoosha shoosha)

(shoosha)

So I need a flight home

There’s no day to argue

no I need my pillow

Well inside an old house, by the seaside

You can take off my blouse

But take it from me;

I’m disorderly and you’d be off better

Writing someone else your love letter

cause I’m always on the road

(shoosha shoosha shoosha)

And of course I wanna know you better

But you know the way it goes

(shoosha shoosha shoosha)

And a telegram’s no substitute

When it comes to living proof

(shoosha shoosha shoosha)

Go on and write somebody else,

somebody else

somebody else a love letter

Oh, living in that chest is a big, big heart

one that I’ve known from the very start

Living in that chest is a big, big heart

one that I’ve known from the very start

Oh, living in that chest is a big, big heart

one that I’ve known from the very start

Oh, living in that chest is a big, big heart

one that I’ve known from the very start

Go on, write somebody else your love letter

‘Cause I’m always on the road

And of course, of course I wanna know you better

But you know the way it goes.