Letter From Alex Songtext
von Teitur

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.