Lyrics:

There's a sense of longing in me

As I read Rosemary's letter

Her writing's honest

Can't forget the years she's lost



In isolation

She talks about her love

And as I read

'I'll die alone'

I know she's aching



There's a certain detail seen here

The pen must have slipped to the side

And left a stain

Next to his name

She knows he's gone



And isolation

Is all that would remain

'The wound in me is pouring out

To rest on a lover's shore'