(Dont) let me

 '' It's been countless days, since last we wrote

And countless more, since last we spoke

But now that's all that remains

The letters that make up your name

And I used to see every line that crossed 

Your face, but now the lines are lost

In stories told and I've grown old

Let me read again the letters that you sent

Caroline wrote to me

Every day of that July

But now that's all I have left

Just thirty-one pages of Caroline

I waited all that time for you

To write be back, to write a new

Verse of our love but it never came

Just hoped my Caroline was safe

And just as I had always feared

Your precious words they disappeared 

In to my mind as I went blind

Let me read again the letters that you sent

Caroline wrote to me

Every day of that July

But now that's all I have left

Just thirty-one pages of Caroline

To pick them up might cut my hands

And blind me 

To pick them up might cut my hands

And blind me

Let me read again the letters that she sent ''