#SongLyricSunday ♪ “Letters” – Stroke 9

SongLyricSunday

Have you ever had that moment where you remember having a song in your library, but damn if you can find it when you need it for a music challenge? Not only that, but you can’t quite recall who sang it? So, it took me a little bit to find this song, because I knew it was a little obscure.

Not sure if anyone remembers Stroke 9 from back in the 90’s, they were more famously known for their hit single “Little Black Backpack” which I admittedly find funny for three reasons: tongue twister, misleading and hostile in a hilarious way. Don’t judge me.

The theme for this week is: Letters

If you’d like to join in the fun or want to check out all of the other songs for this week, hop on over to Helen’s blog, This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time.

Now everyone say “bloody black backpack back” 5x real fast, go!

Alright fine, enjoy…

You’re leaving me here, dear
Alone with all your letters
You’re letting it go, no
Like innocence and feathers

You’re putting it down
Sounds slipping into songs
You’re leaving me here, dear
Alone with all my wrongs

You’re pulling away
Pray you’re making the right choice
You’re pulling away
Stay and listen to my voice
To my voice

Sooner or later you will long
When you wake you will see
Sooner or later all the songs
That make you shake will be by me
Sooner or later all the throngs of feelings
We used to appreciate will come rushing back

You’re thinking about
How you thought you know me better
You’re looking around town
And wondering how I met her

You’re pulling away
Pray you’re making the right choice
You’re pulling away
Stay and listen to my voice
To my voice

Sooner or later all the throngs of feelings
We used to appreciate will come rushing back
When you wake you will see

Don’t wake me as you leave
Don’t make me believe I have a chance in hell
Don’t tell me what I know too well
Don’t wake me

As you’re leaving me here dear
Alone with all your letters
Don’t let go of your innocence and feathers

Now I find every sound reminds me of our song
Since you left me here dear
Alone with all my wrongs

Since you left me here dear
Alone with all my wrongs
With my wrongs

Sooner or later I’ll be gone
And when you wake you will see
Sooner or later all the songs
That make you shake will be by me

Sooner or later all the throngs of feelings
We used to appreciate will come rushing back
When you wake up you will see

Sooner or later all the throngs of feelings
We used to appreciate will come rushing back
When you wake you will see
Don’t wake me if you leave
You’ll come rushing back to me

♫♪♫♪

Songwriters: Jamie Alexander Hartman / John Frederik Fortis / Tina Harris
Lyrics found on Google
Legal: Letters lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

I do not own any rights to this video, song or lyrics. All rights remain with the artists and their respective agents. No copyright infringement intended.

8 thoughts on “#SongLyricSunday ♪ “Letters” – Stroke 9

  1. You tricked me! LOL!

    I read the lyrics before playing the video… expected a song with a much slower tempo. 😁

    Do I have it backwards or is it the guy who’s done wrong, but he’s telling her she’ll regret leaving him??? 😨

    Whatever, dude! 😎

    Good choice!

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    • LOL I never read lyrics first – I made this mistake when first learning how to read sheet music and ended up playing a piano piece slow because it was a “lullaby” when it was meant to be fast and my teacher was rather disappointed LOL

      Nope, you don’t have it backwards, as far as I know this song is about denial. That’s why he’s saying “don’t wake me”

      Thanks, Fle! 😀

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