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作曲 : Tuomas Holopainen
The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves
A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids of Whitman's and the Ride
Raving harlequins gigantic toys
A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need
Of a pure heart singing me to peace
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old Dead Boy's song
Sang in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
A midnight flight into Covington Woods
A princess and a panther by my side
These are Territories I live for
I'd still give my everything to love you more
A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse on me a verse in need
Of a pure heart singing me to peace
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
Now all that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old Dead Boy's song
Sang in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
A silent symphony
A hollow opus #１ ２ ３
Sometimes the sky is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters
Resting pipes verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door
Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
I see a slow simple youngster by a busy street
With a begging bowl in his shaking hand
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely nobody notices
I do but walk by
An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
It's half-light and he's in tears
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading
I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley
He tries to bite me
All pride has left his wild drooling eyes
I wish I had my leg to spare
A mother visits her son smiles to him through the bars
She's never loved him more
An obese girl enters an elevator with me
All dressed up fancy a green butterfly on her neck
Terribly sweet perfume deafens me
She's going to dinner alone
That makes her even more beautiful
I see a model's face on a brick wall
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill
A city that worships flesh
The first thing I ever heard was a wandering man telling his story
It was you the grass under my bare feet
The campfire in the dead of the night
The heavenly black of sky and sea
It was us
Roaming the rainy roads combing the gilded beaches
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no one's seen before
Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
Clad in nothing but the surf beauty's finest robe
Beyond all mortality we are swinging in the breath of nature
In early air of the dawn of life
A sight to silence the heavens
I want to travel where life travels
Following its permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man no stranger no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love goodness and simplicity
While violated and imprisoned by technology
The thought of my family's graves was the only moment
I used to experience true love
That love remains infinite
As I'll never be the man my father is
How can you just be yourself
When you don't know who you are
Stop saying I know how you feel
How could anyone know how another feels
Who am I to judge a priest beggar w***e politician wrongdoer
I am you are all of them already
Dear child stop working go play
Forget every rule
There's no fear in a dream
Is there a village inside this snowflake
A child asked me
What's the color of our lullaby
I've never been so close to truth as then
I touched its silver lining
Death is the winner in any war
Nothing noble in dying for your religion
For your country
For ideology for faith
For another man yes
Paper is dead without words
Ink idle without a poem
All the world dead without stories
Without love and disarming beauty
Careless realism costs souls
Ever seen the Lord smile
All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks
Oh how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground
I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will ever change
I too wish to be a decent man-boy
But all I am is smoke and mirrors
Still given everything may I be deserving
And there forever remains that change from G to Em
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