17.Boston White
作詞：Scott Windsor
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 sounds
I lift the hair from your neck
The trees sway in the wind
And we will dance beneath them
So what about this defiant afternoon gloom
With its 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 I see
All dressed in white
The white dress, the white wings
And the white air disturbed
So what about this defiant afternoon gloom
With its 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
Oh, sweet notes, take me away
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