Darren Hayes - A Conversation With God
We're driving,
just me and God
It's raining,
it's raining hard
The windows are steaming up,
the bridge engulfed by fog,
the rust of the metal bridge,
it beckons,
it blows me in,
I argue,
I scream at God and what he's offering
My hands fly off the steering wheel -
can't recall getting here
If I could I would reach behind and turn my light on
My thoughts run off the beaten track,
there's no light,
how's the way back?
Take the hand of God,
and bite the feeder,
no more lingering
I'm driving,
I talk to God,
He's screaming,
I only nod
I need to,
be where you are -
the leaves and trees are shaking,
it's raining
The bullets melt,
the hunger of hunger itself,
it's draining but pain hasn't reservoirs
It keeps for itself
My hands fly off the steering wheel
Can't recall getting here
If I could I would reach behind and turn my light on
My thoughts run off the beaten track
There's no light,
how's the way back?
Take the hand of God,
and bite the feeder,
no more lingering
I'm falling,
I'm not myself,
I'm diving
I'm underneath,
the huddle of,
a mighty ship,
that steams away from here -
the bubbles,
the surface waves,
they're shining,
they replicate,
I hear it,
the voice of God is laced with sarcasm in your head
My thoughts run off the beaten track,
there's no light,
how's the way back?
Take the hand of God,
and bite the feeder,
no more lingering
My hands fly off the steering wheel
Can't recall getting here
If I could I would reach behind and turn my light on
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