on a red wine night

it's lost in translation on a red wine night. summer's almost over and he's in japan and she's in the room with the fireplace and i wonder when i'll be in that place that i'm meant to be. i miss them, you know, but what can you do?

and i've got these thoughts about him and her, not the same him and her but another him and her, and me and you, and me and him, and her and you. if i forgot it all, you'd hate me. if i don't forget it, she'll never forgive me.

and i just realized that all my letters are to you. it's all for you.