Lyrics Elvis Costello – The Letter Home
Text:
c/0 St. Ignatus House, Willoughby Drive, Parrametta,
New South Wales
This fifth day of July, in the year of Our Lord nineteen
hundred and thirty five
Why must I apologize every time that I sit down to write
Through my own fault I may find
You’re no longer living at this address
Please excuse the lack of news
The feeling of strange privilege
for the hour of trial, in these times of distress
Mean more than years imprisoned by etiquette.
Through my own fault I may find
You’re no longer living at this address
Please excuse the lack of news
The feeling of strange privilege
for the hour of trial, in these times of distress
Mean more than years imprisoned by etiquette.
I can remember when we were children
Though I could never imagine this day
Your brother told me we’d live forever
«I’ll go one better,» I heard myself say
And it seems so strange, now that he’s gone to recall all these
games
While the years have divided us
Friendships have strained and broken
Oh, by the way, how’s that girl that you wed
I hated you then, but I’m over the worst of it
I can’t come home, I might as well say, life is short
I shall not write again
Album
Elvis Costello – Elvis Costello - The Juliet Letters
Elvis Costello – Dear Sweet Filthy World
Elvis Costello – For Other Eyes
Elvis Costello – Swine
Elvis Costello – Expert Rites
Elvis Costello – I Almost Had A Weakness
Elvis Costello – Why?
Elvis Costello – Who Do You Think You Are?
Elvis Costello – Taking My Life In Your Hands
Elvis Costello – This Offer Is Unrepeatable
Elvis Costello – The Birds Will Still Be Singing
Elvis Costello – The Letter Home
Elvis Costello – Jacksons, Monk And Rowe
Elvis Costello – This Sad Burlesque
Elvis Costello – Romeo’s Seance
Elvis Costello – I Thought I’d Write To Juliet
Elvis Costello – The First To Leave
Elvis Costello – Damnation’s Cellar