Besedila: Missy Higgins. The Sound of White. The Sound Of White.

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 breathe your light
Yeah, if I listen to, the sound of white
You're my mystery, one mystery
My mystery, one mystery

My silence solidifies
'Til that hollow void erases you, erases you
So I can't feel at all
But if I never feel again
Atleast 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 breathe your light
Yeah, if I listen to, the sound of white
Sometimes I hear your smile and breathe your light
And if I listen to, the sound of white

I knelt before some strangers face
But I'll never have the courage or belief to trust this place
But I dropped my head, 'cos it felt like lead
And I'm sure I felt your fingers through my hair

And if I listen to, the sound of white
Sometimes I hear your smile and breathe your light
Yeah, if I listen to, the sound of white
The sound of white
The sound of white
The sound of white