The Letter Stopped In A Minor Key

A Christmas Card That You Drew For Me

Done By The Hand That I Knew So Well

Disguised The Message That You Could Not Tell



I See You Bent Above Your Potter's Wheel

The Piece You've Throwing Is The Piece You Feel

The Softest Colour And An Eye So True

For Cups And Bowls That Are Shaped Like You



Chorus

You Work In Porcelain Cut By Wire

Now As Ever Lovers Walk Through Fire

When We Were Breaking We Made No Sound

The Pieces Almost Touching On The Ground



And Now Your Silence Says There's Someone There

She Stands Behind You As She Strokes Your Hair

How Does She Hold You Like A Long Lost Friend

Or Are You Like Me On Your Own Again



And So I Write You In A Minor Key

Wondering If There's Something Left For Me

I'm Only Writing So That I Can Sleep

I Never Found Another Love As Deep