It's hard to write a song from the start
Zero hour, zero initial thoughts
Words go where resides the heart
But your heart is about to fall
It took us 7 months to do this
Two folk albums and a feeling
Escapism through the fiction
Love felt through our stories
I feared you'd never love me again
But then you came and claimed me
Claimed me as your own man
Claimed me as your forevermore
I could write a whole song
About trying to write a song
But no writer's block stops me
From writing a song about you
I screamed, "I wanna get better!"
Then took 7 years to feel good
Took 7 days to send you a letter
Just to tell you that I feel better
I thought you'd never come back
Back to my life, to the Long Pond
Back to my mind, to New York
Back to my heart, to the big town
I said, "you're so Hudson Valley
I guess that's why you won't come"
Then you wrapped arms around me
And said, "call me when you get there"
I feared you'd never love me again
But then you came and claimed me
Claimed me as your own man
Claimed me as your forevermore
I could write a whole song
About trying to write a song
But no writer's block stops me
From writing a song about you
I screamed, "I wanna get better!"
Then took 7 years to feel good
Took 7 days to send you a letter
Just to tell you that I feel better
I want auroras and happy proses
I want storms and yet I want roses
I want to watch ourselves grow
Under the warm light of the sun
I want to go back to the Long Pond
But I'll only go if you come with me
I'll wait for you by the main studio
And you'll lead me under the sheets
A peculiar feeling grew inside me
When you felt complete inside me
A peculiar thought crossed my mind
When your eyes crossed mine
This is how much I feel better
By showing you all my love
This is how much I feel better
By sharing with you this affection
Now I can write a whole song
About trying to write a song
'Cause no writer's block stops me
From writing a song about you
I screamed, "I wanna get better!"
7 years ago, I searched something
Then it took 7 months to notice
That it's you who makes me better
Take me to the lakes
We're poets, but we won't die
My memory will keep you alive
As long as your lips call for mine
This is the end of the letters
We're poets, but we won't die
Our story shall remain on the road
As long as the folklore passes on
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Aaron and Jack. | a poetry love story
ŞiirA tale of two men named Aaron and Jack, who happen to be songwriters and happen to fall in love with each other during production for the same album. These are the love letters they wrote about each other, and together, too.
