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Darren Hayes (Даррен Хейс) - Tuning of Violins
Day light 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 stil,
in a wooden chair
with our restless dog
I've 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 the bend
the hallway ends
The chair it dips
and then it bends
and it has wings for legs
Night deep in dream
the sheets and pillowcases
Seem to overtake your head
Well I'm at the foot of our bed
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
Pray through the silence,
the gulf that's between us
take all the heartace
and we'll shake the fields up
and we will unravel
unravel the moment
