Letra de The Tuning Of Violins - Darren Hayes

Daylight breaks and the blackbirds call.
And the market stalls are all filling up.
Spilling over the street.
High above over Notting Hill
I am floating still in a wooden chair
With our restless dog.
I�ve 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.
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
On a Sunday only we know
Where the sunlight and the wind blows.
Over bluebells, over Blackheath.
Calling your name I will come to your window.
I�ll be calling your name as I float through your window.