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