Atticus Finch - Burning Letters lyrics

And so she thought about him Without wanting to She stumbled through Tasting the plain light of him Guilt k**s come the whisper So she brush that voice from her shoulder Guilt k**s come again Then she tap her forehead gently With the quill of her dead husband's pen Saying na, na here's the spool Here's the spool of love Is it cold waiting outside With the moon in the starlight So fifty years later He's fifty years better And brings the oxygen That she moves To kindle the flames Setting fire to all of her things All the furniture The bric-a-brac And all the vows she made