Gravenimage of me.




We met that night, when the sea ran high.
And I craved for more of that near-love experience.
Those who the music hath then joined together, are now put asunder....

Remember me, when I lit the fire.
To keep us warm.
On a cold winter morning. Now I pass through the moment.
Can I still recognize a beautiful melody...

I play a note, but hear no sound. Have I lost my love or the wings I found?
When I was young,,,
...and eager to please anyone who had time...

Needed to sing, the very notes I heard.
Had to stay in the shadows and seek for the loneliness.
Nevertheless, the price was higher than I had realized.
I was to live alone, ready to make the sacrifice.
Was I in love with you..?

My old heart, little harder again. Once the light goes out, everything ends.
It is time... ready to cause a scene, ready to make the sacrifice.
Ready to play the note, ready to end the final show.
The only thing I know.

The pain is here. To stay, I fear.
In my eyes I can change one note and make you cry.
In this state of mind, silence is a crime.

How can life be so feigned and cold?
I've answered the call of every melody, lovingly.
Did I find the answers to all my questions.

Or a gravenimage of me..?

If I found the hidden fountain, drank the wisdom from its deep.
Would I have the time to save me? Would I have them both to keep?

( Sonata Arctica - Gravenimage )



Kiitos

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