Impossible Things #2 Lyrics - These Things - Looper

So there was this boy and this girl 

And they'd never met 

They'd never spoken to each other 

Or even seen each other 

But one day the girl wrote a letter to the boy 

The boy was lying in bed one morning 

When the letter arrived 

He heard the postman, and he hoped it might be 

One of the songs he'd sent off somewhere 

Coming back with some good news 

All that turned up, though 

Was a letter from his friend from school 

Who'd gone off to art-college in Dundee 

But the letter had another letter inside it 

In another envelope 

And that was the letter from the girl 

And they began to write to each other a lot 

The boy and the girl 

And for a long time 

One of them would get a letter every day 

They wrote about everything 

About themselves and about the world 

And they wrote their own world 

And they lit the whole thing up 

And after a while, they began to meet up in the world 

Where other people live, quite nervously 

And only about once a year 

And they would walk around just watching things 

Laughing at stuff that happened 

They didn't talk too much 

They'd already said 

Most of what they had to say in letters 

And they were shy 

And at the end of those rare days 

They would both go back to their own cities 

And write about how good their day had been 

And say some of the things they hadn't said at the time 

And light the whole thing up 

And then life began to happen to them 

Their separate lives in their separate cities 

But although they wrote a little less often 

They wrote still just as long, about their lives 

And how the world was coming into their world 

And they kept going till they realized 

They'd been writing for seven years 

And because they had once written themselves a beach 

On which to dream themselves together 

They decided that to celebrate 

They'd have another one of their rare days 

And for it they would go to a beach 

And in his last letter before they went the boy wrote 

"It'll be good and if you want 

You can take my bony hand along the shore" 

And so they went 

And they could talk a little bit more by then 

They could talk okay 

And they spent some money 

In the arcade at one beach 

And at another beach they built a town 

Out of sand and shells 

And the girl drew out a puzzle on the wet sand 

A puzzle she'd been trying to solve 

In a dream the night before 

And they walked out 

And stood on the edge of the sea there for a while 

And when they turned around to walk back to the road 

The boy said, "Do you want to take my hand?" 

And the girl said, "Take it where?" 

And although he afterwards 

Thought he should have said 

"Everywhere" 

He only just mumbled 

"My hand's very cold," the girl said as he took it 

And as they walked up the beach the boy said 

"We only have to do this until we reach the dry sand 

Then we can stop" 

And for a bit they walked in silence 

And although in more than a thousand letters 

They had talked of the stars and of rivers and of love 

And woven a hundred dreams 

All they could think of to talk about 

Was a tree in a garden on the other side of the road 

How tall it was and how out of place it looked 

And when they came to the dry sand 

They didn't let go of each other's hand 

They just walked on up the beach 

Still talking about the tree 

And they stepped over the fence 

And onto the pavement, falling quiet again 

And as they walked along the pavement 

They came to a pole 

And walked one on either side 

And they let go of their hands