Из альбома Darren Hayes - This Delicate Thing We've Made (2007)
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 the tiny crack in the door Eyes so wide He's never seen a women 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 colors run The plans Are forming slowly made with scissors and glue Eyes so wide He's telling mommy 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 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 more 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 are 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?