The street was a river, middle of June A river that ran through our home You were gone travelling a couple of days So I dried out our things all alone And I opened a box I'd never seen Full of old letters written to you Don't take your love away, she said, Don't take your love away. Page by page I laid them out to dry What I knew I shouldn't read How could you love somebody so much Knowing they've chosen to leave? I miss what we were, I want what we had Your silence the cruelest reply Don't take your love away she said... Wouldn't it be easier in black and white I'm reading this too close to home I've got some letters and a box of my own That I've saved for all these years I've kept them for all these years. The day's getting lonely, the sun's setting late And now even your keys at the door They never sounded this way before Don't take your love away...