I wrote you a letter, but I threw it away
 I knew I would, I would if I waited a day
 It made me feel better, what I had to say
 I knew it would - it did, but I waited.

 I hardly bothered, though I laboured all day
 I work so hard, there's no time left to please you
 The day I decided I had nothing to say, I'll never learn
 I'm burning all this paper away.

 rhythm in your walking tree; it's a tapestry of pride you're weaving
 Over, under, ropes of wonder, tie me to a chair.
 I'm dirty feet on your clean white shoes, I'm the man of the mess that greets you
 Been graced with a slap in the face, tangled in your hair.

 I think it's time you let me go
 I'm too in love; let me go
 I think it's time you let me go
 I'm too in love.
 I think it's time you let me go
 I'm too in love; let me go...

 rhythm and you're walking [bad word]  it's a tapestry of pride you're weaving
 Over, under, ropes of wonder, tie me to a chair.
 I'm dirty feet on your clean white shoes; I'm the man of the mess that greets you
 Been graced with a slap in the face, tangled in your hair.

 I wrote you a letter, but I threw it away
 I knew I would, I would, if I waited a day
 It made me feel better, but I have to say
 I'll never learn, I'm burning all this paper away.

 I'm burning all this paper away.
 I'm burning all this paper.