Letters Songtext
von Wintershome

It′s always the same
I 'm running out of ink after writing to you
So many lines I wrote down, down, down
All that I aim oh oh
Is to make you happy
But maybe I am
Just making it worse

I send you a hundred letters
It′s nine in the evening I'm awaiting yours
I have a hunger, hunger
I'll give up when all the paper is gone

Maybe they′re flying
All over the globe did they make it to you?
Somehow I hope this is true
All that I aim oh oh
Is to make you happy
But maybe I am
Just making it worse


I send you a hundred letters
It′s nine in the evening I'm awaiting yours
I have a hunger, hunger
I′ll give up when all the paper is gone, gone, gone

It's been a while now
Do I still belong here
I′m in this house
Without you for a long year
You're out of reach
But I still believe
That I belong here
Cause you belong here to
Been a while now
Do I still belong here
I′m in this house
Without you for a long year
You're out of reach
But I still believe
That I belong here
Cause you belong here to


I send you a hundred letters
It's nine in the evening I′m awaiting yours
I have a hunger, hunger
I′ll give up when all the paper is gone