Waltz of the Dearly Beloved Songtext
von Emily Wells

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