The Sweetest Lullaby
Darren Hayes Lyrics


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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...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Darren Hayes's song The Sweetest Lullaby tell a story of heartbreak and jealousy as the singer watches their lover leave on a train from Waterloo station in London. They express their envy towards the shoes that carry their love away and the dress that kisses them in places they cannot. The singer admits to being jealous of the view from the plane taking their love away, despising it for leaving them behind. They compare the love they once had to worn-out strings on a guitar and an old 45 record, acknowledging that they no longer have the words to make it better.


As the train departs, the singer realizes that they will miss many things, such as fighting with their loved one, being there to dry their tears, and falling asleep to the sweetest lullaby. The lyrics convey a sense of sadness and desperation as they come to terms with the reality of their situation. Even the sun in distant harbors and the road their love is walking on are subjects of jealousy.


Overall, the lyrics paint a vivid picture of heartbreak and the feelings that come with the end of a relationship. The singer is left alone, realizing that they will never experience the same love again.


Line by Line Meaning

It won't be long before your train arrives at rainy Waterloo.
The singer's lover is about to leave him soon.


It won't be long before you're leaving-
The singer is acknowledging that his lover is leaving him soon.


You're leaving.
The singer repeats that his lover is leaving.


And I'm jealous of your shoes, they take you step by step away from me.
The artist is envious of his lover's shoes that are taking her away from him.


I'm jealous of this railway station-
The artist is jealous of the station where his lover is leaving from.


Does that make me crazy?
The singer wonders if his jealousy is irrational.


And my worn out love-
The singer's love for his lover is exhausted.


Like the worn out strings on my favorite guitar.
The artist's love is compared to the worn-out strings on a guitar.


And I'm all out of words to make it better.
The artist has nothing else to say to improve the situation.


There'll be no one to fight with now, you're leaving-
There won't be any more fights because the artist's lover is leaving.


No one to believe in.
The singer feels he won't find someone he can trust like his current partner.


There'll be no one to dry your eyes at midnight,
The artist is sad that there will be nobody to comfort his lover in times of sadness.


On the doorsteps of London.
The singer is probably referring to his lover's destination.


No more tender goodbyes,
There won't be any more affectionate goodbyes between the singer and his lover.


No more wrong; no more right.
The singer acknowledges that the relationship is not perfect and irreversible.


No more falling asleep to the sweetest lullaby.
The artist won't have his lover beside him as he falls asleep


La la la, la la la, la-
Music interlude


I'm jealous of that dress that kisses you in places they don't see.
The singer is envious of the dress that his lover is wearing that only he knows how it feels.


I'm jealous of the plane you're boarding, mmm.
The singer is jealous of the vehicle that is taking his lover away.


And I despise the view from way up there that leaves me down below.
The artist hates the view from where he is as his lover leaves him.


I can't believe you're really leaving-
The artist is having a hard time accepting that his lover is leaving him.


Are you really leaving?
The artist is seeking confirmation for his lover's decision to leave.


All my worn out love-
The singer's love is exhausted and drained.


Like a worn-out song on an old 45.
The artist is comparing his love to a song played repeatedly on an old vinyl record.


'Cause I'm all out of words to make it better.
The singer has no other words to make the situation better.


I'm jealous of the sun in distant harbors,
The singer is envious of the sun that shines first in the harbor where his lover is headed.


'Cause it will wake you first.
The sun will be the first thing to wake his lover up in her new destination.


I'm jealous of the road you're walking on-
The artist is envious of the road that his lover is journeying on, taking her away from him.


The road that takes me from you, oh...
The road from which he watches his lover leave and which separates them.


La la la, la la la, la-
Music interlude


It won't be long before her train arrives at rainy Waterloo.
The singer is still anticipating his lover's imminent departure.


It won't be long before she's leaving, oh...
The artist is mentioning his partner's departure again.


Ohh...
Closing musical note.


Ohh...
Closing musical note.




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