My dear impulsive darling I suspect my letter got to    you too late    And it's really just a silly fragment of paper    But it means so much to those who wait    All the suffering days and nights till I dare dream again    There you suddenly stand and I'll be damned if you    didn't disappear with the dawn       Hours pass and darkness comes    Soon I will close my eyes    Will you return if you don't reply    You'll be taking my life in your hands    You'll be taking my life in your hands    Taking my life in your hands       I don't know why my dearest darling    I can't tell you how I feel when you are near    When I see you have returned my letters unopened    I will tear them up, your voice ringing in my ears    But you're kidding yourself if you think this    correspondence will end    I can always pretend words I don't have the courage to    send    Reach you       Hours pass and darkness comes    Soon I will close my eyes    Will you return if you don't reply    You'll be taking my life in your hands    You'll be taking my life in your hands    Taking my life in your hands