Love Letters - Hogni

He grew up in a house of stones

A safe and solid house of stones

But rocks are hard, cold, and numb

And he’s feeling like they can’t be moved

Now he’s writing love letters

Now he’s writing love letters

To his past and his present, to wish it well

Hoping his memories will be blessed

She grew up in a house of leaves

But leaves may go as the winds may blow

As free as no man dares to dream

But always following the wind

Now she’s writing love letters

Now she’s writing love letters

To her past and her present, to wish it well

Hoping her memories will be blessed

One day the winds will come his way

Bringing warm leaves to wrap his stones

And she will rest on a windless night

Knowing that that’s where she belongs

So, now they’re writing love letters

Now they’re writing love letters

To their past and their present, to wish it well

Hoping their memories will be blessed