Archive for September, 2007

Maybe – Darren Hayes/Robert Conley
Maybe you’re gone. You had to get out of here.
It’s easy to get lost in fear. But maybe now the
weight has lifted you’re sailing through the air.

Making your way. A traveling acrobat.
You’re putting on your bowler hat.
Speeding through the atmosphere.
Past planes and meteorites.

Maybe you’re gone, maybe you’re lost somewhere.
Floating in outer space. A radio wave tuning into
some secret place I’ve never been.
Leaving your heart beating in fragile hands.
And nobody understands. Maybe you’re gone.
Maybe you are finally coming home.

Maybe the end is [only] the beginning.
The game is no fun when you’re winning.
The pool is empty unless you’re swimming
And trying to keep afloat.

Maybe you stayed just a little while.
The party was over but you realised
That memory makes you immortalised.
You end when you’re beginning.

Maybe you’re gone maybe you’re lost somewhere.
Floating in outer space. A radio wave tuning into
some secret place I’ve never been.
Leaving your heart beating in fragile hands.
And nobody understands. Maybe you’re gone.
Maybe you are finally coming home.

All the lights shine above you they become a part
of you. All the earth seems so tiny in your hands.
All the stars move inside you. All the pain, well that’s
behind you. All secrets will blind you. Understand?

Maybe you had to get out of here.
Maybe you lost your way down here.
Maybe you’ve found a shinier star. A shinier star.
Leaving your heart beating in fragile hands.
And nobody understands. Maybe you’re gone.
Maybe you are finally coming home.

Walk Away – Darren Hayes / George Muranyi
I have been angry for so long I let you know.
Should have walked away when I was young
I let you go. I turned away but maybe I was wrong.
I’ve been polishing blame for so long now.
My pride and joy. A bit of tragedy never hurt.
Somehow this man became a boy.
You took the blame but maybe I was wrong.

Walk away now and be gone. You don’t have to
want to go on. I can see it’s killing you.
You don’t always have to be so strong for me.
Every angel had dirty hands. Even Judas planned
to just carry on. Just picking up the pieces of what
lies behind those sorrowful eyes. You can walk away.

You had been silent for so long I let the world know.
I turned a bit of my pain into a song. Then carried on.
You took my shame but maybe that was wrong.

Walk away now and be gone. You don’t have to
want to go on. Even when they’re killing you.
You don’t always have to be so strong for me.
Every angel had dirty hands. Even Judas planned
to just carry on. Just picking up the pieces of what
lies behind those sorrowful eyes.
You can walk away now and be strong.
Well I know you can carry on.
Walk away now and be gone. You don’t have to
want to carry all the pain inside you. Because the
bloody iin me is your blood every time I fall.

Walk away now and be gone. Even when it’s killing
you. You don’t always have to be so strong for me.
Walk away now and be gone.
You know even Judas planned to just carry on.
Still picking up the pieces of hwat lies behind those
sorrowful eyes. You can walk away now and be
strong. You don’t have to carry on. Walk away now
and be strong. You don’t have to want to go on.

Walk away now and be strong. You don’t have
to want to go on. Walk away. Walk away now.
Walk away now. You don’t have to go on.
You don’t have to be strong. Walk away now.,
You can walk away.

Neverland – Darren Hayes /Justin Shave
Long ago when Mercury descended high on the moon.
Far below where little hands are making shapes in the room.
The shadows they dance and they cheer up this place.
The face that’s staring through a tiny crack in the door.
Eyes so wide he’s never seen a woman fall on the floor.
I swear daddy’s killed her this time.
Should I make a rocket?
Should I try to fly away?
Should I make a hammer?
Should I try to smash his face?
Should I make a bullet?
Should I try to shoot the gun?
I’m sure the judge will let me off real soon.

Long ago when Saturn tried to find a way past the sun.
Deep inside a little boy is turning pain into fun.
The pencils the crayons the paint colours run.
The plans are forming slowly made with scissors with glue.
Eyes so wide he’s telling mummy all the things he can do.
He’ll sketch a contraption to save them for sure.
He can draw an alien.
He can come and take them home.
He can draw a cartoon.
He can draw a safety hatch.
He can draw a hot bath.
He can plug a toaster in and wait ’till daddy’s nice
and warm and toss it in.
And then when he’s gone there’s a Neverland of fun.

Take a loaded gun.
Take a shot of rum.
Take a poison rat.
There’s a lesson in that.
No more closing fists.
No face to hit.
No more bloody nose or apologetic roses.

Long ago when Mercury descended high on the moon.
Should I make a rocket? Should I try to fly away?
Far below little hands are making shapes in the room.
Should I make a hammer? Should I try to smash his face?
Long ago when Saturn tried to find a way past the sun.
Should I draw a cartoon? Should I draw an alien?
Deep inside a little boy is turning pain into fun.
Should I draw a hot bath? Should I throw the toaster in?