To A Husband At War Lyrics - I Hate Myself

To A Husband At War
things are here, and you're over ther
and in between: land, sea, everythin
i hope you're warm, and i hope you think of me
and the way things used to be
yesterday, a telegram said that you had died
but i knew and i know that it was a lie
i tried to laugh but went back to my room and crie
i mean our room. i went back to our room and crie
retreat, and come back home.