Cursive Songtext
von Kele Goodwin

I wrote you a letter filled with feathers and rain
Returned to sender by way of aeroplane
It arrived on my doorstep, a fallen bird from the sky
Lost in the snowstorm returning home to die


I wrote in cursive to you
The ink was made from a winter′s afternoon
And I wrote with the pen you gave to me
On paper made from the leaves of our favourite tree

I held it in my hands, heavier than before
Light when I sent it, now the weight of a closed door
All the time I had to say the things I meant
Pages on a writing pad, the letters unsent

I wrote in cursive to you
The ink was made from a winter's afternoon
And I wrote with the pen you gave to me
On paper made from the leaves of our favourite tree