The Letters

Chords: 
 
D7sus4:       x57585 
D/a:          557775 
D#maj7:       x68786 
D#7sus4:      x68696 
D#/a#:        668886 
Emaj7:        x79897 
 
Intro: Gm . . . |D7sus4 . D7 .|Gm . . . |Dm7 . D/a . | 
 
     Gm                 D7sus4   D7 
You never liked to get 
     Gm                   Dm7   D/a 
The letters that I sent. 
     Gm                      D7sus4   D7 
But now you‘ve got the gist 
            D#maj7         D7sus4  D 
Of what my letters meant. 
 
        Gm                  D7sus4   D7 
You‘re reading them again, 
    Gm                     Dm7   D/a 
The ones you didn‘t burn. 
      Gm                      D7sus4   D7 
You press them to your lips, 
         D#maj7     D7sus4  D 
My pages of concern. 
 
Cm7                     Gm 
I said there‘d been a flood. 
Cm7                     Gm 
I said there‘s nothing left. 
F                        D# 
I hoped that you would come. 
                  D 
I gave you my address. 
 
       G#m              D#7sus4   D#7 
Your story was so long, 
      G#m                 D#m7   D#/a# 
The plot was so intense, 
G#m                         D#7sus4   D#7 
It took you years to cross 
              Emaj7       D#7sus4  D# 
The lines of self-defense. 
 
G#m                        D#7sus4   D#7 
The wounded forms appear: 
     G#m                    D#m7   D#/a# 
The loss, the full extent; 
G#m                     D#7sus4   D#7 
And simple kindness here, 
         Emaj7            D#7sus4  D# 
The solitude of strength. 
 
C#m7                    G#m 
I said there‘d been a flood. 
C#m7                    G#m 
I said there‘s nothing left. 
F#                       E 
I hoped that you would come. 
                  D#7sus4  D# 
I gave you my address. 
 
     Gm                 D7sus4   D7 
You walk into my room. 
      Gm                    Dm7   D/a 
You stand there at my desk, 
  Gm                 D7sus4   D7 
Begin your letter to 
               Gm          Dm7   D/a 
The one who‘s coming next. 
    D#               D7 
(Begin your letter to) 
D#maj7  D7                        Gm 
(Oooooooo... the one who‘s coming next) 
 
			      Spoken: 
Gm . . . |D7sus4 . D7 . | 
(You never liked to get the letters that I sent.) 
Gm . . . |Dm7 . D/a . | 
(But now you‘ve got the gist of what my letters meant.) 
Gm . . . |D7sus4 . D7 . | 
(You‘re reading them again, the ones you didn‘t burn.) 
D#maj7 . . . |D7sus4 . D7 .| 
(You press them to your lips, my pages of concern.) 
 
Gm . . . |D7sus4 . D7 . | 
(I said there‘d been a flood. I said there‘s nothing left.) 
Gm . . . |Dm7 . D/a . | 
(I hoped that you would come. I gave you my address.) 
Gm . . . |D7sus4 . D7 . | 
(Your story was so long, the plot was so intense,) 
D#maj7 . . . |D7sus4 . D7 .| 
(It took you years to cross the lines of self-defense.) 
 
Gm . . . |D7sus4 . D7 . | 
(The wounded forms appear: the loss, the full extent;) 
Gm... 
(And simple kindness here, the solitude of strength.)