Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Sweetest Lullaby, artist - Darren Hayes.
Date of issue: 08.02.2014
Song language: English
The Sweetest Lullaby |
Oh… |
It won’t be long before your train arrives at rainy Waterloo. |
It won’t be long before you’re leaving- |
You’re leaving. |
And I’m jealous of your shoes, they take you step by step away from me. |
I’m jealous of this railway station- |
Does that make me crazy? |
And my worn out love- |
Like the worn out strings on my favorite guitar. |
And I’m all out of words to make it better. |
There’ll be no one to fight with now, you’re leaving- |
No one to believe in. |
There’ll be no one to dry your eyes at midnight, |
On the doorsteps of London. |
No more tender goodbyes, |
No more wrong; |
no more right. |
No more falling asleep to the sweetest lullaby. |
La la la, la la la, la- |
La la la, la la la, la. |
I’m jealous of that dress that kisses you in places they don’t see. |
I’m jealous of the plane you’re boarding, mmm. |
And I despise the view from way up there that leaves me down below. |
I can’t believe you’re really leaving- |
Are you really leaving? |
All my worn out love- |
Like a worn out song on an old 45. |
'Cause I’m all out of words to make it better. |
There’ll be no one to fight with now, you’re leaving- |
No one to believe in. |
There’ll be no one to dry your eyes at midnight, |
On the doorsteps of London. |
No more tender goodbyes, |
No more wrong; |
no more right. |
No more falling asleep to the sweetest lullaby. |
La la la, la la la, la. |
La la la, la la la, la, singing- |
La la la, la la la, la. |
La la la, la la la, la. |
I’m jealous of the sun in distant harbors, |
'Cause it will wake you first. |
I’m jealous of the road you’re walking on- |
The road that takes me from you, oh… |
It won’t be long before her train arrives at rainy Waterloo. |
It won’t be long before she’s leaving, oh… |
There’ll be no one to fight with now, you’re leaving- |
No one to believe in. |
There’ll be no one to dry your eyes at midnight, |
On the doorsteps of London. |
No more tender goodbyes, |
No more wrong; |
no more right. |
No more falling asleep to the sweetest lullaby. |
La la la, la la la, la. |
La la la, la la la, la, singing- |
La la la, la la la, la, oh- |
La la la, la la la, la. |
Ohh… |
Ohh… |