Letters to the Wan and only!
Dreams last for so long, even after you're gone...Wednesday, August 31, 2005
The sound of white
Dearest Wan,
I listened to this song tonite - and I thought of you. Hope you are doing fine.
Like a freeze-dried rose, you will never be,
what you were, what you were to me in memory.
But if I listen to the dark,
you'll embrace me like a star,
envelope me, envelope me...
If things get real for me down here,
promise to take me to before you went away -
if only for a day.
If things get real for me down here,
promise to take me back to the tune
we played before you went away.
And if I listen to, the sound of white,
sometimes I hear your smile, and breath your light.
Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white ..
You're my mystery. One mystery. My mystery. One mystery.
My silence solidifies,
until that hollow void erases you,
erases you so I can't feel at all.
But if I never fell again, at least that nothingness
will end the painful dream, of you and me...
If things get real for me down here, promise to take me to
before you went away, if only for a day.
If things get real for me down here, promise to take me back to
the tune we played before you went away.
And if I listen to, the sound of white
sometimes I hear your smile, and breath your light.
Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white
sometimes I hear your smile, and breath your light.
And if I listen to, the sound of white.
(Words by Missy Higgins)
I listened to this song tonite - and I thought of you. Hope you are doing fine.
Like a freeze-dried rose, you will never be,
what you were, what you were to me in memory.
But if I listen to the dark,
you'll embrace me like a star,
envelope me, envelope me...
If things get real for me down here,
promise to take me to before you went away -
if only for a day.
If things get real for me down here,
promise to take me back to the tune
we played before you went away.
And if I listen to, the sound of white,
sometimes I hear your smile, and breath your light.
Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white ..
You're my mystery. One mystery. My mystery. One mystery.
My silence solidifies,
until that hollow void erases you,
erases you so I can't feel at all.
But if I never fell again, at least that nothingness
will end the painful dream, of you and me...
If things get real for me down here, promise to take me to
before you went away, if only for a day.
If things get real for me down here, promise to take me back to
the tune we played before you went away.
And if I listen to, the sound of white
sometimes I hear your smile, and breath your light.
Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white
sometimes I hear your smile, and breath your light.
And if I listen to, the sound of white.
(Words by Missy Higgins)
posted by imissw # 5:35 pm 
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