Complicity
Jen de la Osa, Henry Beguiristain
I got a letter in the mail today
News from an old friend far away
Something’s come up we couldn’t expect
And I may soon be the first suspect
Oh, all right, all right
I know I promised, but I’m leaving tonight
C’mon, c’mon
I’d like to stay, but I must be gone
The dead do not improve overnight
Those who remain are no oversight
A thousand muted words
Are all they bring
You know a photograph
Don’t prove a thing
I keep your letter in my coat pocket
I fear your message I won’t forget
No sense in talking ‘bout
The way things were
Complicity is such a dirty word