Darren Hayes - Tuning of Violins lyrics

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] 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. [Chorus x2] Break through the silence, the gulf that's between us. Take all the heartache and bullsh** that builds up. And we will unravel, unravel the moments. Yeah we will unravel, unravel the moments. Oh 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. On a Sunday only we know, where the sunlight and the wind blows. On a Sunday only we know, I'll be calling your name as I float through your window.