The Guild League – The Neatest Hand lyrics

Thousands of words in the neatest of hands
Notes about shopping and postcards from islands
Letters the length of a small novelette
Three words in a diary, as if I’d forget

Goddamn! I love your handwriting so much I hope you know
that I pour over every word you send me when I go

Mix-tapes with careful print, titles of tunes
Private jokes, footnotes and turtle cartoons
Concise, clear directions to hostels in Rome
“Call me at work” on a bill near the phone

And damn! I love your handwriting so much it makes me cry
I’m sorry for the times you’ve had to wait for a reply

A message on the fridge, “could you please tape my soaps”
My old addresses on airmail envelopes
Directions in red in the margins of plays
Sweet thoughts in front pages of books on my birthdays

Nicole, no seven letters ever looked as good as this:
Your name signed in cursive with an ‘X’ for a kiss