Letters From Bellevue

 

She was looking out of the window when she saw it

Not a figment of her mind

Led by the hand into a room where they saw fit

To sign her last goodbye

 

In a letter postmarked from Bellevue

She wrote, ďIím coming homeĒ

I have so much to tell you

She wrote, ďIím coming homeĒ

 

Never one to consider the reason for sleeping

Just a figment of her mind

Being wide awake was the cause of her sweet dreams

To sigh and make her cry

 

In a letter postmarked from Bellevue

She wrote, ďIím coming homeĒ

I have so much to tell you

She wrote, ďIím coming homeĒ

 

Turn around and face me darling

Donít you see who I am?

Remember the pencil and paper that traced me

Donít you see who I am?

Donít you see who I am?

Donít you know who I am?

 

Untethered thoughts will not float on forever

Only kites in the mind

Station crossings are subject to weather

And what youíre hoping to find

 

In a letter postmarked from Bellevue

She wrote, ďIím coming homeĒ

I have so much to tell you

She wrote, ďIím coming homeĒ

 

Turn around and face me darling

Donít you see who I am?

Remember the pencil and paper that traced me

Donít you see who I am?

 

Say those words you wrote me darling

Donít you see who I am?

Blink once or twice if you read me darling

Donít you see who I am?

Donít you see who I am?

Donít you see who I am?

Donít you see who I am?

Donít you know who I am?

Canít you tell who I am?

Donít you see who I am?