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