Complicity - Aloud

I got a letter in the mail today

News from an old friend far away

Something’s come up we couldn’t expect

And I may soon be the first suspect

Oh, all right, all right

I know I promised, but I’m leaving tonight

C’mon, c’mon

I’d like to stay, but I must be gone

The dead do not improve overnight

Those who remain are no oversight

A thousand muted words

Are all they bring

You know a photograph

Don’t prove a thing

I keep your letter in my coat pocket

I fear your message I won’t forget

No sense in talking ‘bout

The way things were

Complicity is such a dirty word