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by Christopher Mudiappahpillai

Sometimes, music is more than enough:


Lost The Plot

Newsboys

When you come back again

would you bring me something from the fridge?

Heard a rumour that the end is near

but I just got comfortable here.

sigh.

Let’s be blunt.

I’m a little distracted.

What do you want?

Headaches and bad faith

are all that I’ve got.

First I misplaced the ending

then I lost the plot.

Out among the free-range sheep

while the big birds sharpen their claws.

For a time we stuck with the shepherd

but you wouldn’t play Santa Claus.

sigh.

Let’s be blunt.

We’re a little distracted.

What do you want?

Once we could follow,

now we cannot.

You would not fit our image,

so we lost the plot.

Once we could hear you,

now our senses are shot.

We’ve forgotten our first love.

We have lost the plot.

When I saw you for the first time

you were hanging with a thief

And I knew my hands were dirty,

and I dropped my gaze.

Then you said I was forgiven

and you welcomed me with laughter.

I was happy ever after.

I was counting the days

when you’d come back again.

we’ll be waiting for you

When you comin’ back again?

we’ll be ready for you

Maybe we’ll wake up when…

maybe we’ll wake up when

you come back again.

lies.

Let’s be blunt.

We’re a little unfaithful.

What do you want?

Are you still listening?

`Cause we’re obviously not

We’ve forgotten our first love

We have lost the plot.

And why are you still calling?

You forgave, we forgot.

We’re such experts at stalling

that we’ve lost the plot.

lost the plot

When you come back again

would you bring me something from the fridge?

Heard a rumour that the end is near

but I just got comfortable here.

Lyrics: Steve Taylor, Peter Furler / Music: Peter Furler