Sunday, January 24, 2010
The Tuning Of Violins - Darren Hayes
Do you like this story?
Daylight breaks and the black birds call
And the market stalls are all filling up spilling over the streets.
High above over Notting Hill
I am floating still in a wooden chair with our restless dog.
Been away so long I almost forgot how time and space
Cannot replace this feeling of flying over things.
Now you're falling awake your sleepy face begins to register
That I'm coming home yeah I'm coming home to you.
Chorus:
Oh the song that only we know
Where the sunlight and the wind blows.
Over bluebells over black
Heed call your name
I will float through your window.
Major third or a minor seventh
I'm a violin tuned a little sharp tuned a little below.
Coming around the bend the hallway ends.
The chair it dips and then it bends
And it has wings for legs.
Now you're deep in a dream the sheets and pillowcases seem to overtake your head.
I'm at the foot of our bed.
Chorus x2
Break through the silence the gulf that's between us.
Take all the heartache and bullshit that builds up.
And we will unravel unravel the moments.
Yeah we will unravel unravel the moments.
Oh...
Chorus
On a Sunday only we know where the sunlight and the wind blows.
Over bluebells over Blackheath.
Calling your name I will float through your window.
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