Daylight breaks, and the black birds call-
And the market stalls are filling up, spilling over the streets
High above, over Notting Hill-
I am floating still, in a wooden chair, with our restless dog

Been away so long, almost forgot how time and space
Cannot replace this feeling of flying over things
Night falling away, your sleeping face begins to register
That I'm coming home- yeah, I'm coming home to you

Oh the song that only we know,
Where the sunlight and the wind blows
Over bluebells, over black-
Heed, call your name-
I will float through your window

Major third, or a minor seventh-
And a violin tuned a little sharp, tuned a little below

Come around a bend, the hallway ends
The chair it dips, and then it bends-
And it has wings for legs
Night, deep in a dream, the sheets and pillowcases
Seem to overtake your head
Well, I'm at the foot of our bed

Oh the song that only we know,
Where the sunlight and the wind blows
Over bluebells, over black-
Heed, call your name-
I will float through your window

Oh the song that only we know,
Where the sunlight and the wind blows
Over bluebells, over black-
Heed, call your name-
I will float through your window

Pray through the silence, the gulf that's between us
Take all the heartache and we'll shake the fields up
And we will unravel, unravel the moments
And we will unravel, unravel the moments

Oh

Oh the song that only we know,
Where the sunlight and the wind blows
Over bluebells, over black-
Heed, call your name-
I will come to your window

(Oh the song that only we know,
Where the sunlight and the wind blows)
I'll be calling your name
As I float through your window