Brink Of Love - Teddy Thompson

These are letters I don’t write

Every evening I give up the fight

And I see beauty in every day

But the beauty of words won’t come my way

And I don’t care what you think about love

I’ve heard stories, honest and true

Flowing rivers that lead into you

And things get easy when you let them out

But you pack in your pain 'til you’re ready to shout

And I don’t care what you think

I’ll just sit here, here on the brink of love

And it’s a long way down

You should have held my hand

I liked you better when you lied

You were more to the point

And you looked me in the eye with love

These are letters I don’t write

Every evening I give up the fight

And I see beauty in every day

But the beauty of words won’t come my way

And I don’t care what you think

I’ll just sit here, here on the brink of love

I don’t care what you think

I’ll just sit here, here on the brink of love