Darren Hanlon Falling Aeroplanes Lyrics

Falling Aeroplanes Lyrics

The boy threw his guitar down

 And started beating his brow

 No matter how hard he tried he couldnt justify

 All the wasted time spent inventing words and rhyme

 As the stars and the planets and the clock did lapse

 

 You see making up songs is for losers 

 I should build something she uses

 Like a box or a bed or cupboards or shelves

 Songs are made of air they cant be of any use to her

 Better off trying to catch falling aeroplanes

 

 Then girl said boy dont be so stupid

  boy dont be so daft

 Youre not even right by half

 And although you say your songs are fundamentally air

 Theres also thousands of vibrations that stimulate the air

 In such a way that whenever I hear them

 They always make me smile they are just as tactile

 As a box or a bed or cupboards or shelves

 So boy now stop your moping your cursing and no hoping

 And get back in the saddle

 

 While she was still speaking towards his feet he was reaching

 Where lay his guitar

 His head was swimming in alphabet soup 

 Let it swirl his words formed in his heart

 He said Im gonna build this song for us with four verses and a chorus

 A real estate your words inspired

 There we will live rent free and sleep on beds of melody

 And leave the key change with the seasons

 And so that song he built was hers with chorus and four verse

 And she woke to find him finally asleep