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Umbrellas, The - Текст песни 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 keys,
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 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,Umbrellas, The - Boston White - http://ru.motolyrics.com/umbrellas-the/boston-white-lyrics.html
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 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.
Oh sweet notes, take me away.