Poetry by Keith Urban

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Romeo's tune

It's king and queen and we must go down now
beyond the chandelier
Where I won't have to speak my mind
and you won't have to hear
Shreds of news and afterthoughts
and complicated scenes
We'll huddle down behind
the light and fade like magazines (romeo’s tune)

Making memories of us

I'm gonna be here for you baby
I'll be a man of my word
Speak the language in a voice that you have never heard

Tongiht I wanna Cry

I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let got of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry

You're my better half

They say behind every man is a good woman
But I think that's a lie
'Cause when it comes to you I'd rather have you by my side (You’re my better half)

Days go by

I'm changing lanes
I'm talking on the phone
I'm drivin' way to fast
And the interstate's jammed with
Gunners like me afraid of coming in last
But somewhere in the race we run
We're coming undone

Headlights, taillights running through a river of neon signs
But somewhere in the rush I felt
We're losing ourselves

You will think of me
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me

I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So…

Take your records…

Its raining on sunday
Your love is like religion
A cross in Mexico
And your kiss is like the innocence
Of a prayer nailed to a door
Oh surrender in much sweeter
When we both let it go
Let the water wash our bodies clean
And love wash our souls
Pray that it's raining on Sunday