I spilled the ink across the page trying to spell your name
So I fold it up and i flick it out
It wont fly the seven seas to you
But it awaits the hands of someone else
I spilled the ink across the land
It hasnt flown the seven seas to you
So he opens it up and reads it out to all his friends
Amongst the crowd a heart will break and a heart will mend
He walks on home tired from work
The letter falls from his hand