Текст песни Tsunami - Writing Letters

Saturday morning the phone rang
Why don't you pick it up? you aren't doing anything
Asked her about it later, it seemed to upset her
What do you know about it? I was writing letters.

Last time I checked your stationery still had the wrappers on
All your pens spent all night in the living room
Stamps on the counter stuck together , you'd run them through the wash
Wish I culd write those letters,
the kind that make you blush

From the other room it sounds like you're having fun
With all this correspondence I still ain't getting none.