Boston White

Dismantled notes just might destruct me tonight.
You're right, I just might explode in this silver moonlight.
You're at the piano, your hands are on the key,
Lifting and resting you make such beautiful sound.
I lift the hair from your neck , the trees,they sway in the wind
And we will dance beneath them.

So what about the defying afternoon gloom,
When it's lack of light and shadow filled rooms.
I'm praying for a thunderstorm, something to keep me inside.

The notes bounce around in my light head.
I'm floating high above your house, your tears have flooded it out.
If only you could see the angel that I see,
All dressed in white, the white dress, white wings, and white air disturbed

So what about the defying afternoon gloom,
When it's lack of light and shadow filled rooms.
I'm praying for a thunderstorm, something to keep me inside.
When you sing it haunts me like a monster from my dreams.
Cause I know it's the kind that does the breaking.
All I see is white and it burns
Sweet notes take me away