Finally it's time to put away my pen
And gather up all the letters dancing around my desk
Below my lamp, they gather and write themselves in sentence
And I honestly need nothing more than rest
But if I should die before I wake
I realize I have just one more thing to say
I tried to write about climbing trees in winter
I turn into a wolf, and my ghost visited you at night
Singing I mixed up metaphors, watched clouds and airplanes soar
And now at the end, I notice some words I forgot to write
'Cause here they form themselves to tell you
I love you too