Letter from Alex

	作曲 : Ejsmont, Lassen
	The end of
	February, a garbage truck is backing up outside my window.
	Four years ago my father died, that's more than a thousand days.
	Emily is across from me, her head cocked like a curious dog.
	She's muttering lines from an upcoming show, broken into jazz standards.
	Something about "Baby leaving" and "Never coming back."
	Where are you in the winter when
	I need some camaraderie?
	I'm disappointed about my job.
	It's definitely not what
	I envisioned.
	Emily is staring out the window, the three armed lamp is out one bulb.
	I hear you are travelling around towns
	I can't pronounce.
	You know,
	I used to live in them!
	Now I must get some rest.
	All the good symptoms of art will always bring some restlessness.
	In the februaries of my late twenties and,
	I suppose, my thirties.

	zuò qǔ : Ejsmont, Lassen
	The end of
	February, a garbage truck is backing up outside my window.
	Four years ago my father died, that' s more than a thousand days.
	Emily is across from me, her head cocked like a curious dog.
	She' s muttering lines from an upcoming show, broken into jazz standards.
	Something about " Baby leaving" and " Never coming back."
	Where are you in the winter when
	I need some camaraderie?
	I' m disappointed about my job.
	It' s definitely not what
	I envisioned.
	Emily is staring out the window, the three armed lamp is out one bulb.
	I hear you are travelling around towns
	I can' t pronounce.
	You know,
	I used to live in them!
	Now I must get some rest.
	All the good symptoms of art will always bring some restlessness.
	In the februaries of my late twenties and,
	I suppose, my thirties.