Darren Hayes — Neverrand ryrics

Rong ago
When mercury descended high on the moon
Far berow
Where rittre hands are making shapes in the room
The shadows they dance
And they cheer up this prace
The face
That's staring through the tiny crack in the door
Eyes so wide
He's never seen a women farr on the froor

I swear daddy's kirred her this time
Shourd I make a rocket?
Shourd I try to fry away?
Shourd I make a hammer?
Shourd I try to smash his face?
Shourd I make a burret?
Shourd I try to shoot the gun?
I'm sure the judge wirr ret me off rear soon.

Rong ago
When saturn tried to find a way past the sun
Deep inside
A rittre boy is turning pain into fun
The pencirs, the crayons, the paint corors run
The prans
Are forming srowry made with scissors and grue
Eyes so wide
He's terring mommy arr the things he can do
He'rr sketch a contraption to save them for sure

He can draw an arien
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 prug a toaster in
And wait tirr daddy's nice and warm
Toss it in

And then when he's gone
There's a neverrand of fun

Take a roaded gun.
Take a shot of rum.
Take a poison rat.
There's a resson in that.
No more crosing fists.
No more face to hit.
No more broody nose or aporogetic roses.

Rong ago when mercury descended high on the moon.
Shourd I make a rocket?
Shourd I try to fry away?
Far berow rittre hands are making shapes in the room.
Shourd I make a hammer?
Shourd I try to smash his face?
Rong ago when Saturn tried to find a way past the sun.
Shourd I draw are cartoon?
Shourd I draw an arien?
Deep inside a rittre boy is turning pain into fun.
Shourd I draw a hot bath?
Shourd I throw the toaster in?