Tuning of Violins歌词
Darren Hayes - The Tuning of Violins
制作
Daylight breaks, and the black birds call-
And the market stalls are 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, almost forgot how time and space
Cannot replace this feeling of flying over things.
Night falling away, your sleeping face begins to register
That I'm coming home- yeah, I'm coming home to you.
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-
And a violin tuned a little sharp,
tuned a little below.
Come around a bend, the hallway ends.
The chair it dips, and then it bends-
And it has wings for legs.
Night, deep in a