The Tuning of Violins

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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
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


Autor(es): Darren Hayes / Justin Shave

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