Текст Ed Prosek – Black Ink

Write me a letter in black ink
Write me a letter by hand
Fill it with all of your joy and your sadness
Let it say all of the things that you can’t

All your words paint a picture
Upon my heart
And all of the moments
I’m so sad to be missing
Are all that I’ve got
Left of you
But I guess that’ll have to do

So light your fire on a mountain top
Whenever you think of my name
And bury my body when my time comes
And plant a bed of white rose at an unmarked grave
Plant a bed of white rose at my grave

All your words paint a picture
Upon my heart
And all of the moments
I’m so sad to be missing
Are all that I’ve got
Left of you
But I guess that’ll have to do

So write me a letter in black ink
And sign your name at the end