The midsummer heat gets the newspapers talking, as diligent crowds fill the roads
And as the people decamp to the beaches then I'll share the city with you
If only I could share the city just with you
A handwritten note is a scant consolation, but I'll take whatever love's left
With pen strokes that slant from the left to the right like a drunk cyclist
Meandering home on a cold Christmas Eve
And I know, I know
This faded note that I hold in my hand
An invitation to run
It's a chain reaction to run
To the tempting lines in disposable ink
A dozen casual promises, I'm falling back in
I'm always the first to get burnt by the summer or blinded by someone I trust
I pray on my knees for the sweetest release of the cold autumn months
If only I could share those autumn months with you
I never could count the cards but I sure learned to read your brown eyes
You never learned Russian Whist but you sure learned to spin out a yarn
As far and as wide as the national grid
And promises, promises fall from your lips overwhelmingly
Promises, promises fall from the page like a mountain spring
Distilled and repackaged as something unique
And I know, I know
This single page that I hold in my hand
An invitation to run
It's a chain reaction to run
To the tempting lines in disposable ink
A dozen casual promises, I'm falling in
So, keep the unblinking eyes, it's okay, I buy it
Keep up the paperwork, I just want to read it
Keep up the party line, I'll might not believe it
But just want to hear it, I just want hear it out loud
And I know, I know
This steady hand that I hold in my hand
An invitation to run
It's a chain reaction to run
To the tempting lines in throwaway speech
A dozen casual promises
Well, back in the day when your letters arrived I'd be lovesick I guess
The Ts, Ls and Js would all slant the same way but now something has changed
The handwriting tells always give us away