[ti:A Conversation With God]
[ar:Darren Hayes]
[al:This Delicate Thing We’ve Made]

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[00:00.00]Darren Hayes - A Conversation With God
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[00:40.83]We’re driving,
[00:42.78]just me and God
[00:44.92]It’s raining,
[00:46.80]it’s raining hard
[00:48.80]The windows are steaming up,
[00:52.55]the bridge engulfed by fog,
[00:56.78]the rust of the metal bridge,
[01:00.97]it beckons,
[01:02.84]it blows me in,
[01:04.87]I argue,
[01:06.86]I scream at God and what he’s offering
[01:11.84]My hands fly off the steering wheel -
[01:17.21]can’t recall getting here
[01:21.29]If I could I would reach behind and turn my light on
[01:27.84]My thoughts run off the beaten track,
[01:33.31]there’s no light,
[01:35.32]how’s the way back?
[01:37.25]Take the hand of God,
[01:39.56]and bite the feeder,
[01:42.10]no more lingering
[01:46.94]
[02:04.83]I’m driving,
[02:06.87]I talk to God,
[02:08.77]He’s screaming,
[02:10.82]I only nod
[02:12.56]I need to,
[02:14.69]be where you are -
[02:16.56]the leaves and trees are shaking,
[02:20.69]it’s raining
[02:22.85]The bullets melt,
[02:24.84]the hunger of hunger itself,
[02:28.78]it’s draining but pain hasn’t reservoirs
[02:33.59]It keeps for itself
[02:35.59]My hands fly off the steering wheel
[02:41.22]Can’t recall getting here
[02:45.25]If I could I would reach behind and turn my light on
[02:51.72]My thoughts run off the beaten track
[02:57.22]There’s no light,
[02:59.13]how’s the way back?
[03:01.22]Take the hand of God,
[03:03.48]and bite the feeder,
[03:05.92]no more lingering
[03:12.20]
[03:12.89]I’m falling,
[03:14.79]I’m not myself,
[03:16.54]I’m diving
[03:18.75]I’m underneath,
[03:20.73]the huddle of,
[03:22.82]a mighty ship,
[03:24.48]that steams away from here -
[03:28.88]the bubbles,
[03:30.91]the surface waves,
[03:32.71]they’re shining,
[03:34.81]they replicate,
[03:36.79]I hear it,
[03:38.79]the voice of God is laced with sarcasm in your head
[03:46.54]
[03:59.62]My thoughts run off the beaten track,
[04:05.30]there’s no light,
[04:07.25]how’s the way back?
[04:09.25]Take the hand of God,
[04:11.80]and bite the feeder,
[04:13.93]no more lingering
[04:16.16]My hands fly off the steering wheel
[04:21.30]Can’t recall getting here
[04:25.25]If I could I would reach behind and turn my light on
[04:35.09]
[04:50.29]
[05:03.83]END