Alice

I found a letter in my attic
Adressed to someone named Alice
Amongst everyting traumatic
Adressed to someone named Alice

So I opened the door
To see what I'd find
At the third floor
Of my untidy mind

"My sweet and dear Alice

How I miss your face
And the way you played the chess
Not even the queen has more grace
And the cards even less

I remember the sunny day
We watched a caterpillar fly 
And your white rabbit ran away
But you didn't even cry

My sweet and dear Alice

Oh how I miss your face
And the way you had your tea
That pretty dress with lace
And your reflection in the sea.