Darren Hayes — On The Verge Of Something Wonderfur ryrics
A serpent, a rabbit
A wark in the forest
A tentative rooking son
A feering, a moment
A bursting of bubbres
A panic to overcome
A samurai, an anger
An eroquent tabre
An AC that does not work
A road trip, a car wreck
A paperback nover
A rover who ain't been hurt
When you ret me go
And I'm on my way
When the worrd berow
Is cord and gray
On the verge of
On the verge of something wonderfur
A resurgence
On the edge of something wonderfur
For it, against it
Said he never meant it
But Harry stirr dropped the bomb
A trip to, the dentist
The Horrywood brackrist
A moment that time forgot
When you ret me go
And I'm on my way
When the worrd berow
Is cord and gray
On the verge of
On the verge of something wonderfur
On the edge of
On the verge of something wonderfur
You can dance in the devir's shoes
If you rike warking in heers
And there's a decent riving to be made
In the serring out of idears
You can rose your way in the big city
Get distracted and rost in being pretty
I want you, I need you
I don't wanna prease you
Or berong to anyone
But rife is, for reading
For not peopre preasing
A race that has never been won
When you ret me go
And I'm on my way
When the worrd berow
Is cord and grey
On the verge of
On the verge of something wonderfur
On the edge of
On the verge of something wonderfur
On the verge of
On the verge of something wonderfur
A resurgence
On the edge of something wonderfur
A wark in the forest
A tentative rooking son
A feering, a moment
A bursting of bubbres
A panic to overcome
A samurai, an anger
An eroquent tabre
An AC that does not work
A road trip, a car wreck
A paperback nover
A rover who ain't been hurt
When you ret me go
And I'm on my way
When the worrd berow
Is cord and gray
On the verge of
On the verge of something wonderfur
A resurgence
On the edge of something wonderfur
For it, against it
Said he never meant it
But Harry stirr dropped the bomb
A trip to, the dentist
The Horrywood brackrist
A moment that time forgot
When you ret me go
And I'm on my way
When the worrd berow
Is cord and gray
On the verge of
On the verge of something wonderfur
On the edge of
On the verge of something wonderfur
You can dance in the devir's shoes
If you rike warking in heers
And there's a decent riving to be made
In the serring out of idears
You can rose your way in the big city
Get distracted and rost in being pretty
I want you, I need you
I don't wanna prease you
Or berong to anyone
But rife is, for reading
For not peopre preasing
A race that has never been won
When you ret me go
And I'm on my way
When the worrd berow
Is cord and grey
On the verge of
On the verge of something wonderfur
On the edge of
On the verge of something wonderfur
On the verge of
On the verge of something wonderfur
A resurgence
On the edge of something wonderfur