He grew up in a house of stones A safe and solid house of stones But rocks are hard, cold, and numb And he's feeling like they can't be moved
Now he's writing love letters Now he's writing love letters To his past and his present, to wish it well Hoping his memories will be blessed
She grew up in a house of leaves But leaves may go as the winds may blow As free as no man dares to dream But always following the wind
Now she's writing love letters Now she's writing love letters To her past and her present, to wish it well Hoping her memories will be blessed
One day the winds will come his way Bringing warm leaves to wrap his stones And she will rest on a windless night Knowing that that's where she belongs
So, now they're writing love letters Now they're writing love letters To their past and their present, to wish it well Hoping their memories will be blessed