| Song | We Wrote Letters Everyday |
| Artist | The Fiery Furnaces |
| Album | Rehearsing My Choir |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Friedberger | |
| We Wrote Letters | |
| Everyday Well, no one was too upset | |
| You know we were married in the war | |
| And I went with him to | |
| Pennsylvania and | |
| California | |
| But he went out the | |
| Pacific And | |
| I came back to | |
| Chicago to work on the railroad | |
| And we wrote letters every day | |
| Which were later thrown away | |
| And God knows what we wrote or what they said | |
| But this is probably how they read | |
| I left the letters behind | |
| In the basement of the apartment building when we moved | |
| For the mice to nibble on | |
| I wonder how long they lasted | |
| And we wrote letters every day | |
| Which were later thrown away | |
| And God knows what we wrote or what they said | |
| But this is probably how they read | |
| Now, at my wedding, my husband didn't have his close family there as | |
| I indicated | |
| He came from a family of priests | |
| At least, there were a lot of priests in his family | |
| And so, eight priests presided over our wedding | |
| Eight priests, it looked impressive | |
| But it didn't sound very good | |
| A gaggle of priests | |
| Or they were like crows around an overly ornate park bench up there | |
| They all had fine voices | |
| But, and I mean this respectfully | |
| They didn't match pitch | |
| Thinking that each one of them was the one in the right | |
| So they made some strange note choices | |
| Listen... |
| zuo qu : Friedberger | |
| We Wrote Letters | |
| Everyday Well, no one was too upset | |
| You know we were married in the war | |
| And I went with him to | |
| Pennsylvania and | |
| California | |
| But he went out the | |
| Pacific And | |
| I came back to | |
| Chicago to work on the railroad | |
| And we wrote letters every day | |
| Which were later thrown away | |
| And God knows what we wrote or what they said | |
| But this is probably how they read | |
| I left the letters behind | |
| In the basement of the apartment building when we moved | |
| For the mice to nibble on | |
| I wonder how long they lasted | |
| And we wrote letters every day | |
| Which were later thrown away | |
| And God knows what we wrote or what they said | |
| But this is probably how they read | |
| Now, at my wedding, my husband didn' t have his close family there as | |
| I indicated | |
| He came from a family of priests | |
| At least, there were a lot of priests in his family | |
| And so, eight priests presided over our wedding | |
| Eight priests, it looked impressive | |
| But it didn' t sound very good | |
| A gaggle of priests | |
| Or they were like crows around an overly ornate park bench up there | |
| They all had fine voices | |
| But, and I mean this respectfully | |
| They didn' t match pitch | |
| Thinking that each one of them was the one in the right | |
| So they made some strange note choices | |
| Listen... |
| zuò qǔ : Friedberger | |
| We Wrote Letters | |
| Everyday Well, no one was too upset | |
| You know we were married in the war | |
| And I went with him to | |
| Pennsylvania and | |
| California | |
| But he went out the | |
| Pacific And | |
| I came back to | |
| Chicago to work on the railroad | |
| And we wrote letters every day | |
| Which were later thrown away | |
| And God knows what we wrote or what they said | |
| But this is probably how they read | |
| I left the letters behind | |
| In the basement of the apartment building when we moved | |
| For the mice to nibble on | |
| I wonder how long they lasted | |
| And we wrote letters every day | |
| Which were later thrown away | |
| And God knows what we wrote or what they said | |
| But this is probably how they read | |
| Now, at my wedding, my husband didn' t have his close family there as | |
| I indicated | |
| He came from a family of priests | |
| At least, there were a lot of priests in his family | |
| And so, eight priests presided over our wedding | |
| Eight priests, it looked impressive | |
| But it didn' t sound very good | |
| A gaggle of priests | |
| Or they were like crows around an overly ornate park bench up there | |
| They all had fine voices | |
| But, and I mean this respectfully | |
| They didn' t match pitch | |
| Thinking that each one of them was the one in the right | |
| So they made some strange note choices | |
| Listen... |