A Conversation With God Lyrics
| Song | A Conversation With God |
| Artist | Darren Hayes |
| Album | This Delicate Thing We've Made |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Hayes, Shave |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : HAYES, DARREN/SHAVE, JUSTIN GEORGE |
| [00:08.79] | Singer Darren Hayes |
| [00:10.11] | A conversation with God |
| [00:41.71] | We're driving. |
| [00:43.46] | Just me and God. |
| [00:45.52] | It's raining. |
| [00:47.39] | It's raining hard. |
| [00:49.76] | The windows are steaming up. |
| [00:53.26] | The bridge engulfed by fog. |
| [00:57.33] | The rust of the metal bridge. |
| [01:01.58] | It beckons. |
| [01:03.40] | It pulls me in. |
| [01:05.83] | I argue. |
| [01:07.52] | I scream at God and what he's offering. |
| [01:13.02] | And my hands fly off the steering wheel. |
| [01:18.02] | Can’t recall getting here. |
| [01:22.14] | If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off. |
| [01:29.21] | My thoughts run off the beaten track. |
| [01:34.02] | There's no lighthouse or way back. |
| [01:37.96] | Take the hand of God and bite the feeder. |
| [01:42.52] | No more lingering. |
| [02:05.40] | I'm driving. |
| [02:07.46] | I talk to God. |
| [02:09.65] | He's screaming. |
| [02:11.33] | I only nod. |
| [02:13.21] | I need to be where you are. |
| [02:17.21] | The leaves and trees are shaking. |
| [02:21.64] | It's raining. |
| [02:23.52] | The bullets melt. |
| [02:25.71] | The hunger of hunger itself. |
| [02:28.14] | It's draining but pain has reservoirs it keeps for itself. |
| [02:37.21] | And my hands fly off the steering wheel. |
| [02:42.14] | Can’t recall getting here. |
| [02:45.83] | If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off. |
| [02:53.09] | My thoughts run off the beaten track. |
| [02:57.90] | There's no lighthouse or way back. |
| [03:01.96] | Take the hand of God and bite the feeder. |
| [03:06.90] | No more lingering. |
| [03:13.46] | I'm falling I’m not in myself. |
| [03:17.65] | I'm diving. |
| [03:19.90] | I'm underneath. |
| [03:21.71] | The hull of a mighty ship that steams away from here. |
| [03:29.53] | The bubbles. |
| [03:31.34] | The surface race. |
| [03:33.27] | They shine and they replicate. |
| [03:37.21] | I hear it. |
| [03:39.40] | The voice of God is laced with sarcasm in your hands. |
| [04:00.78] | And my thoughts run off the beaten track. |
| [04:06.71] | There's no lighthouse or way back. |
| [04:10.03] | Take the hand of God and bite the feeder. |
| [04:14.67] | No more lingering. |
| [04:17.42] | My hands fly off the steering wheel. |
| [04:22.36] | Can’t recall getting here. |
| [04:25.98] | If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Hayes, Shave |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : HAYES, DARREN SHAVE, JUSTIN GEORGE |
| [00:08.79] | Singer Darren Hayes |
| [00:10.11] | A conversation with God |
| [00:41.71] | We' re driving. |
| [00:43.46] | Just me and God. |
| [00:45.52] | It' s raining. |
| [00:47.39] | It' s raining hard. |
| [00:49.76] | The windows are steaming up. |
| [00:53.26] | The bridge engulfed by fog. |
| [00:57.33] | The rust of the metal bridge. |
| [01:01.58] | It beckons. |
| [01:03.40] | It pulls me in. |
| [01:05.83] | I argue. |
| [01:07.52] | I scream at God and what he' s offering. |
| [01:13.02] | And my hands fly off the steering wheel. |
| [01:18.02] | Can' t recall getting here. |
| [01:22.14] | If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off. |
| [01:29.21] | My thoughts run off the beaten track. |
| [01:34.02] | There' s no lighthouse or way back. |
| [01:37.96] | Take the hand of God and bite the feeder. |
| [01:42.52] | No more lingering. |
| [02:05.40] | I' m driving. |
| [02:07.46] | I talk to God. |
| [02:09.65] | He' s screaming. |
| [02:11.33] | I only nod. |
| [02:13.21] | I need to be where you are. |
| [02:17.21] | The leaves and trees are shaking. |
| [02:21.64] | It' s raining. |
| [02:23.52] | The bullets melt. |
| [02:25.71] | The hunger of hunger itself. |
| [02:28.14] | It' s draining but pain has reservoirs it keeps for itself. |
| [02:37.21] | And my hands fly off the steering wheel. |
| [02:42.14] | Can' t recall getting here. |
| [02:45.83] | If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off. |
| [02:53.09] | My thoughts run off the beaten track. |
| [02:57.90] | There' s no lighthouse or way back. |
| [03:01.96] | Take the hand of God and bite the feeder. |
| [03:06.90] | No more lingering. |
| [03:13.46] | I' m falling I' m not in myself. |
| [03:17.65] | I' m diving. |
| [03:19.90] | I' m underneath. |
| [03:21.71] | The hull of a mighty ship that steams away from here. |
| [03:29.53] | The bubbles. |
| [03:31.34] | The surface race. |
| [03:33.27] | They shine and they replicate. |
| [03:37.21] | I hear it. |
| [03:39.40] | The voice of God is laced with sarcasm in your hands. |
| [04:00.78] | And my thoughts run off the beaten track. |
| [04:06.71] | There' s no lighthouse or way back. |
| [04:10.03] | Take the hand of God and bite the feeder. |
| [04:14.67] | No more lingering. |
| [04:17.42] | My hands fly off the steering wheel. |
| [04:22.36] | Can' t recall getting here. |
| [04:25.98] | If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Hayes, Shave |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : HAYES, DARREN SHAVE, JUSTIN GEORGE |
| [00:08.79] | Singer Darren Hayes |
| [00:10.11] | A conversation with God |
| [00:41.71] | We' re driving. |
| [00:43.46] | Just me and God. |
| [00:45.52] | It' s raining. |
| [00:47.39] | It' s raining hard. |
| [00:49.76] | The windows are steaming up. |
| [00:53.26] | The bridge engulfed by fog. |
| [00:57.33] | The rust of the metal bridge. |
| [01:01.58] | It beckons. |
| [01:03.40] | It pulls me in. |
| [01:05.83] | I argue. |
| [01:07.52] | I scream at God and what he' s offering. |
| [01:13.02] | And my hands fly off the steering wheel. |
| [01:18.02] | Can' t recall getting here. |
| [01:22.14] | If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off. |
| [01:29.21] | My thoughts run off the beaten track. |
| [01:34.02] | There' s no lighthouse or way back. |
| [01:37.96] | Take the hand of God and bite the feeder. |
| [01:42.52] | No more lingering. |
| [02:05.40] | I' m driving. |
| [02:07.46] | I talk to God. |
| [02:09.65] | He' s screaming. |
| [02:11.33] | I only nod. |
| [02:13.21] | I need to be where you are. |
| [02:17.21] | The leaves and trees are shaking. |
| [02:21.64] | It' s raining. |
| [02:23.52] | The bullets melt. |
| [02:25.71] | The hunger of hunger itself. |
| [02:28.14] | It' s draining but pain has reservoirs it keeps for itself. |
| [02:37.21] | And my hands fly off the steering wheel. |
| [02:42.14] | Can' t recall getting here. |
| [02:45.83] | If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off. |
| [02:53.09] | My thoughts run off the beaten track. |
| [02:57.90] | There' s no lighthouse or way back. |
| [03:01.96] | Take the hand of God and bite the feeder. |
| [03:06.90] | No more lingering. |
| [03:13.46] | I' m falling I' m not in myself. |
| [03:17.65] | I' m diving. |
| [03:19.90] | I' m underneath. |
| [03:21.71] | The hull of a mighty ship that steams away from here. |
| [03:29.53] | The bubbles. |
| [03:31.34] | The surface race. |
| [03:33.27] | They shine and they replicate. |
| [03:37.21] | I hear it. |
| [03:39.40] | The voice of God is laced with sarcasm in your hands. |
| [04:00.78] | And my thoughts run off the beaten track. |
| [04:06.71] | There' s no lighthouse or way back. |
| [04:10.03] | Take the hand of God and bite the feeder. |
| [04:14.67] | No more lingering. |
| [04:17.42] | My hands fly off the steering wheel. |
| [04:22.36] | Can' t recall getting here. |
| [04:25.98] | If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off. |
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