Long Letter Songtext
von Emma Tricca

And the wind blows my head off while I′m trying to get my wrist
In the economy of your uncertainties, look at what we've got left
Look at you and look at me, look at what′s been done
Suddenly, it turns out to be you're just at liberty


If I hadn't picked up the phone on that Sunday morning
And decided New York was my home
I′d be walking across that Brooklyn Bridge like many have done before
I′d be searching for my new sweetheart's door, together we would walk
Through music and dance, finding romance, dear romance

Oh, the chariot passed, I had to step in fast, living at some kind
And I thought I would dream, it became a real scene, lost in it was I
If I′d known all along what I was going away from
Today, I wouldn't be so alone
I′d be searching for my new sweetheart's door, together we would walk

Oh, the wind blows my head off while I′m trying to get my wrist
In the economy of your uncertainties, look at what we've got left
Look at you and look at me, look at what's been done
Suddenly, it turned out to be you′re just at liberty