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by Jon Oliva |
You were never one
For waiting
Still I always thought
You'd wait for me
Have you from
Your dream awakened
And from where you are
What do you see
Which one of us is now in exile
Which in need of amnesty
Are you now
But an illusion
In my mind alone
You breathe
You believed in things that
I will never know
You were out there drowning
But it never showed
Till inside a rainswept night
You just let go
You've thrown it all away
And now we'll never see
The ending of the play
The grand design
The final line
And what was meant to be
In the dark
A distant runner
Now has disappeared
Into the night
Leaving us to
Stand and wonder
Staring from this end
Into your life
You believed in things that
I will never know
You were out there drowning
But it never showed
Till inside a rainswept night
You just let go
You've thrown it all away
And now we'll never see
The ending of the play
The grand design
The final line
And what was meant to be
And if this is all illusion
Nothing more than
Pure delusion
Clinging to a fading fantasy
Like Icarus who
Heeds the calling
Of a sun but now is falling
As the feathers of his life
Fall free
Can you see
See
Tomorrow
And after
You tell me what
Am I to do
I stand here
Believing
That in the dark
There is a clue
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
What am I to do
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
Standing on a dream
Isn't what it seems
Could we then reclaim
A dream refused
Knowing what we know
Could we let it go
Realizing that
All the years are used
Tomorrow and after
You tell me what
Am I to do
I stand here believing
That in the dark
There is a clue
I am the way
I am the light
I am the dark inside
The night
I hear your hopes
I feel your dreams
And in the dark
I hear your screams
Tomorrow and after
You tell me what
Am I to do
I stand here believing
That in the dark
There is a clue |