Daylight breaks and the blackbirds call.
And the market stalls are all filling up.
Spilling over the street.
High above over Notting Hill
I am floating still in a wooden chair
With our restless dog.

I´ve been away so long I almost forgot how time and space
Cannot replace this feeling
Of flying over things.
Now you´re falling awake your sleepy face begins to register
That I´m coming home.
Yeah I´m coming home to you.

On a Sunday only we know
Where the sunlight and the wind blows.
Over bluebells, over Blackheath.
Calling your name I will float through your window.

Major third
Or a minor seventh.
I´m a violin tuned a little sharp.
Tuned a little below.
Coming around the bend the hallway ends.
The chair it dips and then it bends.
And it has wings for legs.
Now you´re deep in a dream
The sheets and pillowcases seem to overtake your head.
I´m at the foot of our bed.

On a Sunday only we know
Where the sunlight and the wind blows.
Over bluebells, over Blackheath.
Calling your name I will float through your window.

Break through the silence.
The gulf that´s between us.
Take all the heartache and bullshit that builds up.
And we will unravel
Unravel the moments.
Yeah we will unravel
Unravel the moments.

On a Sunday only we know
Where the sunlight and the wind blows.
Over bluebells, over Blackheath.
Calling your name I will come to your window.

I´ll be calling your name as I float through your window.