The Sound of White

Jules introduced me to yet another awesome artist named Missy Higgins. I have been listening to her basically non-stop for the last week. One song in particular, The Sound of White, made me cry on my way up to Idaho on Friday. Granted, it doesn't really take much to set me off at the moment, but it's not just your average song about loss. I may just be a total sucker for her accent.

The Sound of White, By Missy Higgins

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
Somtimes 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 to that hollow void
Raises you, erases you so that I can't feel at all
But if I never feel again at least that nothingness will end
That painful dream of you and me

If things get real for me down here
Promise to take me too 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
Somtimes 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 stranger's face
Well I never had the courage or belief to trust this place
But I've dropped my head 'cause 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.