Emily Wells - Waltz of the Dearly Beloved [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

You're my desert, the line between the sky
And where the world gets solid
And willing to divide
I corner you in the bedroom
I find you at the sink
I picture you in the morning
I reach for you in my sleep

I was in love, with the sky it's like a drug
I was in love, with my window at twilight

In the back room of my memory
Lives a small boy stocking shelves
Of numbered periodicals
And the dreams I don't write down
Got a typist on the bottle
My stock boy only twelve
And dozing in the showroom
My many other selves

I was love with the sound of it all
I was in love, with not knowing, anything at all

I was in love, with the sky it's quite a high
I was in love, with my window at twilight
I was love with the sound of it all
I was in love, with not knowing, anything at all