letters to nowhere

I built my life on blueprints,

stone and steel Kept busy with the work to never feel

I watched my parents' silent,

cold wars start and end And swore I'd never break or have

to bend

Thirty-five years of playing safe and smart Behind the heavy fortress of

my heart

But then the keys changed,

a brand new door A stack of letters on the dusty floor

Not meant for me,

but her ink ran deep Into a quiet space I used to

keep (mmmmm)

Oh, wrong address, but the right words on the page Reading confessions

from a different stage I traced the letters,

holding back my breath Scrawling the truth on envelopes of regret

Could a mistake dismantle all my walls?

(could it be her?)

Instead of trash, I left them in the hall

With 'wrong address' in blue pen on them all She found my

handwriting, she traced the code And left a note that read: 'Let's

share this road' No sudden spark,

no cinematic grace

Just two real strangers talking face to face

Oh, wrong address, but the right words on the page Reading confessions

from a different stage I traced the letters,

holding back my breath Scrawling the truth on envelopes of regret

Could a mistake dismantle all my walls?

(could it be her?)

Slowly we spoke, stripped of the lies Finding the map within each

other's eyes No rush of fever,

just a steady light

Chasing the ghosts of my family's night (shining so bright)

Oh, wrong address, but the right words on the page Now we

are writing on a brand new stage We traced the letters,

holding back no breath Erasing all the envelopes of regret Your hand

in mine has broken down my walls

(we found a way)

Those letters went to the wrong address

(the wrong address...) But they brought the right two people home at

last