Darren Hayes - A Conversation With God

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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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