Greg Richling - Letters From The Wasteland lyrics

Now coming down out of this swan dive to your arms I make no sounds when I move through your reservoir But I wake up quick And I wake up sick As you.... Abandon me into these fields of rank and vile Through this crowd I hear you breathing Through these bars I watch them bring more in Now I send back letters from the wasteland home Where I slow dance to this romance on my own It may be two to tango But boy, it's one to let go It's just one to let go Now boy keep still Now don't spread yourself around Now get back in line Eat your bread and just work the plow 'Cause you're not through They're not done with you Did you... think you were the only one that's been let down? So, sleep tight little boys of the new damned Another drop in the tidal wave of quicksand Now I send back letters from the wasteland home Where I slowdance to this romance on my own It may take two to tango But boy, it's one to let go Now another bad idea gets through Down the a**embly line to you You're every bridge I should have burned Every lesson I've unlearned In this smoke-filled waiting room With incarcerated love sick fools I will wait for you to cut me loose But 'till then I'll... Send back letters from wasteland home Where I slowdance to this romance on my own Now I send back letters from the wasteland home From where I slowdance to this romance on my own