Lyrics Falling Aeroplanes - Darren Hanlon

Falling Aeroplanes

Boy threw his guitar down and started beating his brow
No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t justify
All a waste of time spent inventing words and rhyme
As the stars and the planets and the clock did laps
You see making up songs is for losers
I should build something she uses
Like a box or a bed or cupboards or shelves
'Cause songs are made of air, they can’t be any use to her
Better off try’na catch falling aeroplanes
Then girl said:
'Boy don’t be so stupid, boy don’t be so daft
You’re not even right by half
And although you say your songs are fundamentally air
There’s also thousands of vibrations that stimulate the ear
In such a way that whenever I hear them
They always make me smile
They’re just as tactile as a box or a bed or cupboards or shelves
So boy now stop your moping, cursing and no hoping
And get back in the saddle.'
While she was still speaking
Towards his feet reaching, where lay his guitar
His head was swimming in an alphabet
Soup letters swirled and words formed in his heart
He said:
'I'm gonna build a song for us
With four verses and a chorus
On real estate your words inspired
And there we’ll live rent-free
Sleep on beds of melody
And leave the key-change with the seasons.'
And so that song he built was hers
With a chorus and four verse
And she woke to find him finally asleep