歌曲 | Paragons Of Innocence |
歌手 | Savatage |
专辑 | The Wake of Magellan (Bonus Track Edition) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : ONeill | |
Day | |
Into night | |
Into day | |
Into I don't know you anymore | |
But I stand | |
Where you say | |
Thinking all the time you planned it | |
You've been gone away too long | |
Leaving us to carry on | |
Though in truth you never tried | |
Just stepped back and watched the slide | |
Paragons of innocence | |
Questioning of your intent | |
Never quite sure what you meant | |
From the other side | |
Moments on the carousel | |
Must admit we ride it well | |
And the horses never tell | |
All throughout the ride | |
That no one leaves | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves... | |
Alive | |
Time | |
On my hands | |
Slips away | |
Till I just don't feel it anymore | |
Thinking back | |
When I can | |
To the time when it began with | |
Bits of dreams all in a line | |
And somehow we missed the signs | |
That it all was never real | |
And in truth a fatal deal | |
Paragons of innocence | |
Questioning of your intent | |
Never quite sure what you meant | |
From the other side | |
Moments on the carousel | |
Must admit we ride it well | |
And the horses never tell | |
All throughout the ride | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves... | |
Alive | |
There always comes a time | |
When you do what you want to do | |
You know you shouldn't do it | |
But you do it anyway | |
And when he had that time | |
When he knew what he wanted to | |
He quickly placed his order | |
Though he never thought he'd pay | |
But the lines turned to lies | |
And the lies turned to tangles | |
And you're pale as a cadaver | |
Though you think it doesn't show | |
So you live with the lies | |
And the friends that it gathers | |
But somewhere in your heart you know you | |
Got to let it | |
Got to let it | |
Go | |
Paragons of innocence | |
Questioning of your intent | |
Never quite sure what you meant | |
From the other side | |
Moments on the carousel | |
Must admit we ride it well | |
And the horses never tell | |
All throughout the ride | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves... | |
Alive | |
Then the sailor picked a coat up | |
That had been laying there | |
And placed it over the body | |
And then he said a little prayer | |
And the ocean brought in on a wave | |
An old waterlogged wreath | |
And pushed it up along the sand | |
Till it touched the dead man's feet | |
And written on that wreath | |
In letters of gold foil | |
Was the name veronica guerin | |
But the letters were bent and soiled | |
The sailor said I see these flowers | |
That you so kindly gave | |
Are obviously from far away | |
And from another's grave | |
And I cannot help but to think | |
The sailor gently said | |
That it's unwise in god eyes | |
To steal flowers from the dead | |
The ocean said please trust me friend | |
This gift will cause no pain | |
And the person to whom they once belonged | |
Would surely say the same | |
You see this wreath was from the funeral | |
Of a woman who showed no fear | |
Of men who lived in mansions | |
Bought with other people's tears | |
Of men who lived in mansions | |
Bought with bits of others lives | |
Who at night still hugged their children | |
And brought gifts home to their wives | |
With money made from heroin | |
And packets of cocaine | |
And if a buyer overdosed | |
They never felt the pain | |
There were many flowers at her funeral | |
But none for this boy I fear | |
So the wind has blown this wreath to me | |
And I have brought it here | |
She gave her life to stop the spread | |
Of drugs among her kind | |
And if we leave these flowers for this boy | |
I'm sure she wouldn't mind |
zuo ci : ONeill | |
Day | |
Into night | |
Into day | |
Into I don' t know you anymore | |
But I stand | |
Where you say | |
Thinking all the time you planned it | |
You' ve been gone away too long | |
Leaving us to carry on | |
Though in truth you never tried | |
Just stepped back and watched the slide | |
Paragons of innocence | |
Questioning of your intent | |
Never quite sure what you meant | |
From the other side | |
Moments on the carousel | |
Must admit we ride it well | |
And the horses never tell | |
All throughout the ride | |
That no one leaves | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves... | |
Alive | |
Time | |
On my hands | |
Slips away | |
Till I just don' t feel it anymore | |
Thinking back | |
When I can | |
To the time when it began with | |
Bits of dreams all in a line | |
And somehow we missed the signs | |
That it all was never real | |
And in truth a fatal deal | |
Paragons of innocence | |
Questioning of your intent | |
Never quite sure what you meant | |
From the other side | |
Moments on the carousel | |
Must admit we ride it well | |
And the horses never tell | |
All throughout the ride | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves... | |
Alive | |
There always comes a time | |
When you do what you want to do | |
You know you shouldn' t do it | |
But you do it anyway | |
And when he had that time | |
When he knew what he wanted to | |
He quickly placed his order | |
Though he never thought he' d pay | |
But the lines turned to lies | |
And the lies turned to tangles | |
And you' re pale as a cadaver | |
Though you think it doesn' t show | |
So you live with the lies | |
And the friends that it gathers | |
But somewhere in your heart you know you | |
Got to let it | |
Got to let it | |
Go | |
Paragons of innocence | |
Questioning of your intent | |
Never quite sure what you meant | |
From the other side | |
Moments on the carousel | |
Must admit we ride it well | |
And the horses never tell | |
All throughout the ride | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves... | |
Alive | |
Then the sailor picked a coat up | |
That had been laying there | |
And placed it over the body | |
And then he said a little prayer | |
And the ocean brought in on a wave | |
An old waterlogged wreath | |
And pushed it up along the sand | |
Till it touched the dead man' s feet | |
And written on that wreath | |
In letters of gold foil | |
Was the name veronica guerin | |
But the letters were bent and soiled | |
The sailor said I see these flowers | |
That you so kindly gave | |
Are obviously from far away | |
And from another' s grave | |
And I cannot help but to think | |
The sailor gently said | |
That it' s unwise in god eyes | |
To steal flowers from the dead | |
The ocean said please trust me friend | |
This gift will cause no pain | |
And the person to whom they once belonged | |
Would surely say the same | |
You see this wreath was from the funeral | |
Of a woman who showed no fear | |
Of men who lived in mansions | |
Bought with other people' s tears | |
Of men who lived in mansions | |
Bought with bits of others lives | |
Who at night still hugged their children | |
And brought gifts home to their wives | |
With money made from heroin | |
And packets of cocaine | |
And if a buyer overdosed | |
They never felt the pain | |
There were many flowers at her funeral | |
But none for this boy I fear | |
So the wind has blown this wreath to me | |
And I have brought it here | |
She gave her life to stop the spread | |
Of drugs among her kind | |
And if we leave these flowers for this boy | |
I' m sure she wouldn' t mind |
zuò cí : ONeill | |
Day | |
Into night | |
Into day | |
Into I don' t know you anymore | |
But I stand | |
Where you say | |
Thinking all the time you planned it | |
You' ve been gone away too long | |
Leaving us to carry on | |
Though in truth you never tried | |
Just stepped back and watched the slide | |
Paragons of innocence | |
Questioning of your intent | |
Never quite sure what you meant | |
From the other side | |
Moments on the carousel | |
Must admit we ride it well | |
And the horses never tell | |
All throughout the ride | |
That no one leaves | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves... | |
Alive | |
Time | |
On my hands | |
Slips away | |
Till I just don' t feel it anymore | |
Thinking back | |
When I can | |
To the time when it began with | |
Bits of dreams all in a line | |
And somehow we missed the signs | |
That it all was never real | |
And in truth a fatal deal | |
Paragons of innocence | |
Questioning of your intent | |
Never quite sure what you meant | |
From the other side | |
Moments on the carousel | |
Must admit we ride it well | |
And the horses never tell | |
All throughout the ride | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves... | |
Alive | |
There always comes a time | |
When you do what you want to do | |
You know you shouldn' t do it | |
But you do it anyway | |
And when he had that time | |
When he knew what he wanted to | |
He quickly placed his order | |
Though he never thought he' d pay | |
But the lines turned to lies | |
And the lies turned to tangles | |
And you' re pale as a cadaver | |
Though you think it doesn' t show | |
So you live with the lies | |
And the friends that it gathers | |
But somewhere in your heart you know you | |
Got to let it | |
Got to let it | |
Go | |
Paragons of innocence | |
Questioning of your intent | |
Never quite sure what you meant | |
From the other side | |
Moments on the carousel | |
Must admit we ride it well | |
And the horses never tell | |
All throughout the ride | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves | |
No one leaves... | |
Alive | |
Then the sailor picked a coat up | |
That had been laying there | |
And placed it over the body | |
And then he said a little prayer | |
And the ocean brought in on a wave | |
An old waterlogged wreath | |
And pushed it up along the sand | |
Till it touched the dead man' s feet | |
And written on that wreath | |
In letters of gold foil | |
Was the name veronica guerin | |
But the letters were bent and soiled | |
The sailor said I see these flowers | |
That you so kindly gave | |
Are obviously from far away | |
And from another' s grave | |
And I cannot help but to think | |
The sailor gently said | |
That it' s unwise in god eyes | |
To steal flowers from the dead | |
The ocean said please trust me friend | |
This gift will cause no pain | |
And the person to whom they once belonged | |
Would surely say the same | |
You see this wreath was from the funeral | |
Of a woman who showed no fear | |
Of men who lived in mansions | |
Bought with other people' s tears | |
Of men who lived in mansions | |
Bought with bits of others lives | |
Who at night still hugged their children | |
And brought gifts home to their wives | |
With money made from heroin | |
And packets of cocaine | |
And if a buyer overdosed | |
They never felt the pain | |
There were many flowers at her funeral | |
But none for this boy I fear | |
So the wind has blown this wreath to me | |
And I have brought it here | |
She gave her life to stop the spread | |
Of drugs among her kind | |
And if we leave these flowers for this boy | |
I' m sure she wouldn' t mind |