"Boston White" Lyrics

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,
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.