Hallow - Cloud Boat

i hold the pen, slip right under

and spend all day inside

i get angry when i write letters to myself

i drink the rain and call for thunder

but can’t survive the storm

i get jealous so i write letters to myself

i lift my head and look beyond her

i’m not turning round again

i’m not stupid so i know the letters go unread

so i take myself to a quiet corner

and work all through the night

i’ll build a model of you

i feel nothing when i hear you talk

'cause i know that you don’t read them

now that all i have is time

i’ll build a model of you

i feel nothing when i see you smile

and you’re coming around again

maybe in a thousand letters time

i’ll have a model of you