Darren Hanlon Falling Aeroplanes Lyrics

The boy threw his guitar down and started beating his brow
No matter how hard he tried he couldn't justify
All the wasted 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 trying to catch falling aeroplanes

Yeah

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
Your cursing and no-hoping
And get back in the saddle"

While she was still speaking
Towards his feet he's 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