The Letter
From behind the dirty window
Looking out onto the frozen sea of Sweden
Dreaming of ice skating
On the back of a 2-for-1
I wrote you a letter
Taking for granted where we've been
We found solace in the shattered dreams of England
And we can't help the things we choose
And I pictured you singing the Silver Jews
I still wear my grandma's ring
And you sometimes will wear your granddad's tie
These days it's hard not to measure by what you've lost but what you can find
You said it's hard to believe
In the age of aeroplanes and miracles
But that kind of brightness never appealed to me
And I was already headed to the dance floor
And if I told you
I was never cool
And all I wanted
Was just to have you
And when I see you
I will put my arm around you
It will be hard to let you go
And If I told you
I was never cool
And all I wanted
Was just to have you
And when I see you
I will put my arm around you
It will be hard to let you go
And it'll be hard to let you go
La Carta
Desde detrás de la sucia ventana
Mirando hacia el mar congelado de Suecia
Soñando con patinar sobre hielo
En la parte trasera de un 2 por 1
Te escribí una carta
Dando por sentado dónde hemos estado
Encontramos consuelo en los sueños rotos de Inglaterra
Y no podemos evitar las cosas que elegimos
Y te imaginé cantando los Silver Jews
Todavía uso el anillo de mi abuela
Y a veces usarás la corbata de tu abuelo
Hoy en día es difícil no medir por lo que has perdido sino por lo que puedes encontrar
Dijiste que es difícil creer
En la era de los aviones y los milagros
Pero ese tipo de brillo nunca me atrajo
Y yo ya estaba camino a la pista de baile
Y si te dijera
Que nunca fui cool
Y todo lo que quería
Era tenerte
Y cuando te vea
Te abrazaré
Será difícil dejarte ir
Y si te dijera
Que nunca fui cool
Y todo lo que quería
Era tenerte
Y cuando te vea
Te abrazaré
Será difícil dejarte ir
Y será difícil dejarte ir