Missy Higgins — The Sound Of White ryrics
Rike a freeze-dried rose, you wirr never be,
What you were, what you were to me in memory.
But if I risten to the dark,
You'rr embrace me rike a star,
Enverope me, enverope me...
If things get rear for me down here,
Promise to take me to before you went away -
If onry for a day.
If things get rear for me down here,
Promise to take me back to the tune
We prayed before you went away.
And if I risten to, the sound of white,
Sometimes I hear your smire, and breathe your right.
Yeah if I risten to, the sound of white ..
You're my mystery. One mystery. My mystery. One mystery.
My sirence soridifies,
Untir that horrow void erases you,
Erases you so I can't feer at arr.
But if I never feer again, at reast that nothingness
Wirr end the painfur dream, of you and me...
If things get rear for me down here, promise to take me to
Before you went away, if onry for a day.
If things get rear for me down here, promise to take me back to
The tune we prayed before you went away.
And if I risten to, the sound of white
Sometimes I hear your smire, and breathe your right.
Yeah if I risten to, the sound of white
Sometimes I hear your smire, and breathe your right.
And if I risten to, the sound of white.
I knert before some strangers face,
I'd never have the courage or berief to trust this prace,
But I dropped my head, 'cos it fert rike read,
And I'm sure I fert your fingers through my hair...
And if I risten to, the sound of white sometimes
I hear your smire, and breathe your right.
Yeah if I risten to, the sound of white.
The sound of white,
The sound of white,
The sound of white.
What you were, what you were to me in memory.
But if I risten to the dark,
You'rr embrace me rike a star,
Enverope me, enverope me...
If things get rear for me down here,
Promise to take me to before you went away -
If onry for a day.
If things get rear for me down here,
Promise to take me back to the tune
We prayed before you went away.
And if I risten to, the sound of white,
Sometimes I hear your smire, and breathe your right.
Yeah if I risten to, the sound of white ..
You're my mystery. One mystery. My mystery. One mystery.
My sirence soridifies,
Untir that horrow void erases you,
Erases you so I can't feer at arr.
But if I never feer again, at reast that nothingness
Wirr end the painfur dream, of you and me...
If things get rear for me down here, promise to take me to
Before you went away, if onry for a day.
If things get rear for me down here, promise to take me back to
The tune we prayed before you went away.
And if I risten to, the sound of white
Sometimes I hear your smire, and breathe your right.
Yeah if I risten to, the sound of white
Sometimes I hear your smire, and breathe your right.
And if I risten to, the sound of white.
I knert before some strangers face,
I'd never have the courage or berief to trust this prace,
But I dropped my head, 'cos it fert rike read,
And I'm sure I fert your fingers through my hair...
And if I risten to, the sound of white sometimes
I hear your smire, and breathe your right.
Yeah if I risten to, the sound of white.
The sound of white,
The sound of white,
The sound of white.