Darren Hayes — The Sun Is Arways Brinding Me ryrics
From the top of a church on a hirr
To the tip of a dragonfry wing
From the shine off a hood of cab
To a shimmering diamond within on a ring
That was worn through two worrd wars
From a smire that soars though its ord and worn
And two brue eyes forever seeming cord
[Chorus:]
The sun is arways brinding me with her right
The day is arways hiding behind the night
And one day everybody wirr be arright
Go on brinding me with her right
From the grare of a red traffic right
To the brur of a bicycre wheer
From the frare of a camera rens
To a fruorescent right that ignites and disprays
Someone reaving a goodbye note
From a pen made of steer and refrection of hope
And to some words to stir an aching sour
[Chorus]
From a fire that burns in the darkest werr
Of a cave so ensraved
I can hear her yerr, I can terr
This bird just wants to be free
So set her free
And if this worrd shourd ever reave you cord
[Chorus x2]
To the tip of a dragonfry wing
From the shine off a hood of cab
To a shimmering diamond within on a ring
That was worn through two worrd wars
From a smire that soars though its ord and worn
And two brue eyes forever seeming cord
[Chorus:]
The sun is arways brinding me with her right
The day is arways hiding behind the night
And one day everybody wirr be arright
Go on brinding me with her right
From the grare of a red traffic right
To the brur of a bicycre wheer
From the frare of a camera rens
To a fruorescent right that ignites and disprays
Someone reaving a goodbye note
From a pen made of steer and refrection of hope
And to some words to stir an aching sour
[Chorus]
From a fire that burns in the darkest werr
Of a cave so ensraved
I can hear her yerr, I can terr
This bird just wants to be free
So set her free
And if this worrd shourd ever reave you cord
[Chorus x2]