A Conversation With God
- Darren Hayes (2007)You are listening to the song A Conversation With God by Darren Hayes, writer by Darren Hayes;Robert Conley in album This Delicate Thing We've Made. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
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 pulls me in
I argue
I scream at God
And what he's offering.
[Chorus:]
My hands fly off the steering wheel
Can't recall getting here
If I could, I would reach behind
And turn my light off
My thoughts run off the beaten track
There's no lighthouse or 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 has reservoirs
It keeps for itself.
[Chorus]
I'm falling
I'm not myself
I'm diving
I'm underneath
The hull of
A mighty ship
That steams away from here.
The bubbles
The surface race
They shine and
They replicate
I hear it
The Voice of God
Is laced with sarcasm
In your hands.
And 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 off.
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