Testo di Opening Mail For My Grandmother

Your grip on my forearm, insert the wrong name Holds me at your nightstand just inches away With letters from faces we'll ask if you knew Who send out another yearly review I'm coming for you We're making attendance. We're following through So start the next post card, share with me the news Your highness has spoken I'm coming for you From gingie in san fran, the grandkids are dear The nurse from at st. Beth's was widowed this year But their making arrangements. You jest and allude And nod at sai baba. You laughingly rude I'm coming for you Entirely brazen while coming unto Your sunrise apartment and incredible view Of birds that keep chirping I'm coming for you I'm coming for you Your beautiful brightness, perpetually new So old in your body, the youth's in your mood They're keeping your space there they're dying for you We'll sing your good graces when they come for you But until that day's here I'm coming for you