A Conversation With God

[ti:A Conversation With God] [ar:Darren Hayes] [al:This Delicate Thing We've Made] [by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】] [offset:0] Singer 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 pulls me in I argue I scream at God and what he's offering And 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 And 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 falling I’m not in 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 lighthouse or 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