Текст песни Darren Hanlon - Falling Aeroplanes
Darren Hanlon - Falling Aeroplanes слова песни
The boy threw his guitar downAnd started beating his browNo matter how hard he tried he couldnt justifyAll the wasted time spent inventing words and rhymeAs the stars and the planets and the clock did lapseYou see making up songs is for losers I should build something she usesLike a box or a bed or cupboards or shelvesSongs are made of air they cant be of any use to herBetter off trying to catch falling aeroplanesThen girl said boy dont be so stupid boy dont be so daftYoure not even right by halfAnd although you say your songs are fundamentally airTheres also thousands of vibrations that stimulate the airIn such a way that whenever I hear themThey always make me smile they are just as tactileAs a box or a bed or cupboards or shelvesSo boy now stop your moping your cursing and no hopingAnd get back in the saddleWhile she was still speaking towards his feet he was reachingWhere lay his guitarHis head was swimming in alphabet soup Let it swirl his words formed in his heartHe said Im gonna build this song for us with four verses and a chorusA real estate your words inspiredThere we will live rent free and sleep on beds of melodyAnd leave the key change with the seasonsAnd so that song he built was hers with chorus and four verseAnd she woke to find him finally asleep