When it's dark

When it's dark and the mail still ain't here
it's okay, please don't fear
my love's still around
despite the dampt sound

Stunned or buoyant, I'm nothing but yours
perhaps it's the pang of old, old sores
when I hear far too much
discomfort sets in, despite such & such

Yet here I am holding my heart whole for you
and for me, no one flew
looking on to the days up ahead
don't despair dear, no one is dead