Taking My Life in Your Hands - Elvis Costello, The Brodsky Quartet

My dear impulsive darling

I suspect my letter got to you too late

And it’s really just a silly fragment of paper

But it means so much to those who wait

All the suffering days and nights

Till I dare dream again

There you suddenly stand and I’ll be damned

If you didn’t disappear with the dawn

Hours pass and darkness comes

Soon I will close my eyes

Will you return if you don’t reply

You’ll be taking my life in your hands

You’ll be taking my life in your hands

Taking my life in your hands

I don’t know why my dearest darling

I can’t tell you how I feel when you are near

When I see you have returned my letters unopened

I will tear them up, your voice ringing in my ears

But you’re kidding yourself if you think

This correspondence will end

I can always pretend words I don’t

Have the courage to send reach you

Hours pass and darkness comes

Soon I will close my eyes

Will you return if you don’t reply

You’ll be taking my life in your hands

You’ll be taking my life in your hands

Taking my life in your hands