Darren Hanlon
Darren Hanlon
Darren Hanlon
Darren Hanlon
Darren Hanlon
Darren Hanlon
Darren Hanlon
Darren Hanlon
Darren Hanlon
Darren Hanlon
Darren Hanlon
Darren Hanlon
One thing about all this clock punching
Brings back meaning to the weekend
The heat gets shut off at midnight
Noises seem louder with the lights off
You eat and sleep and dream and ride your bike through the slip stream
On footpaths that weren't built for bikes let alone people
They're full of trucks and cars and dotted with topless bars
This land that once was promised ours treats you like a stranger
Hold on, my love, hold on
If only for that cloud who burst it's skin and cried out loud
And sent us running with the crowd, the concert ruined
The cute smiles of young boys beckon, if only for 9 seconds
I know you're lonely so if only for the 'if only'
Hold on, my love, hold on
Oh please try to rest those peepers, you're jealous of easy sleepers
Try not to think too hard, you might break something
Sometimes my biggest fear is a dressing room between two mirrors, watching myself disappear forever and ever..
Hold on, my love, hold on