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The lights come on
The set is down
The curtain's flown away
To all you creatures of the night
I say it's time we play
We'll show you things
That in your life
You'd never dreamed you'd know
So now before the ghosts arrive
It's welcome to the show
Minstrels, kings, explorers
Fantasies on order
Ghosts and dreams awakened
Stories long forsaken
The minstrel and the sorcerer
Are switching their disguise
The jester drinks and starts to think
That he alone is wise
The governor and journalist
Exchange a judas kiss
And now before the song is done
The plot begins to twist
Ghosts and lost explorers
Fate with all her daughters
Saints and hopeless sinners
Wise men in their winters
Know
Welcome to the show
Welcome to the show
Welcome to the show
Welcome to the show
His life was nearly over
As he stood upon the beach
Thinking about death and the ocean
While still safely out of reach
And he held there in his hand
A well worn hourglass
And though the sand was still inside
Soon this too would pass
Then he knelt to touch the water
Where the waves would gently fall
Thinking here I touch the ocean
And the ocean touches all
For from a line of countless sailors
He was the last man of his kind
And the world had changed around him
He had no mountains left to climb
And his last name was Magellan
A descendant of the same
Or so he said in late night bars
Though few believed his claim
And so he now talked with the ocean
As he had often done before
But now the waves spoke back to him
As he walked along the shore
For eighty years plus seven
He had been upon this earth
And all of them but eight
He'd spent on that ocean since his birth
But he was not the only one
Who walked along this coast
There was a lady old and pale
To some nearly a ghost
She had once been a great beauty
It was rumored in some bars
When she'd left here many years before
To become a movie star
But every wish is not to be
Ahh this in time she learned
And when her final chance had passed
Back here she had returned
And everyday at six o'clock
She came to a small cafe
And had herself a glass of wine
And then she'd walk away
To others she was gray and old
Not the beauty she'd been before
But it did not matter what she was
What mattered was what he saw
And so for near three years now
He'd watch her everyday
And though they always were so close
He felt so far away
For he could never quite arrange
The words inside his mind
That he could say to make her stay
And he was running out of time
He could not find the words to say
To such a work of dreams
And so he watched her walk away
And always stayed unseen
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Stands all alone
Looks in the mirror
And sees what she wanted to be
Safely unknown
To anyone near her
She sees what she wanted to see
And turns to me
And turns to me
And turns to...
She was prophesied
For an early slide
Followed it to the letter
Well kept beauty queen
If there, always seen
Still you thought she'd know better
No erasing
The time you're wasting
But when you're wasting
You don't care
All those pieces
In short term leases
But when you need them
They're not there
For all those moments of yesterday
She's traded every tomorrow
And now all those moments are so far away
Ghosts haunt each word she would say
As she walks among the decay
She had Oscar Wilde's
Timeless sense of style
As had been her intention
Still she was afraid
Time must be repaid
And there'd be no redemption
Youth and time collide
She could not decide
On a certain direction
Time was catching up
Carefully made up
She avoided detection
For all those moments of yesterday
She's traded every tomorrow
And now all those moments are so far away
I saw it too
Closer than you
What else is there left to say
Wait for me now
I will be there for you
This I will vow
If you still want me to
But it won't be
This I have always known
And in the dark
There's no one to pray for me now
I don't understand what I'm feeling tonight
I don't understand but I'm waiting
Searching the shadows that fade in the light
But I'm feeling alive
Trying to survive
Float with the tide
Till you arrive and I....
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When you look at the morning sun
Do you see what I see
Or could I be the only one
Seeing just what I need
I envision a different man
Than the one I've become
Pray the ocean will understand
That my time isn't done
Everyone's leading
But nobody's dancing
You stand on the stage
Just to turn all alone
I have waited this way
For a lifetime of days
I can't wait for the morning sun
As I stand with the sea
And the ocean she understands
Just the man I could be
Somewhere else there's a different world
With a sun that will rise
And a moon that will take its place
In another man's eyes
And perhaps it's a better world
Than the one that I see
Or if better for no one else
Perhaps better for me
Here in the dark where the sky shows its Graces
Revealing each star while the moon plays the fool
Saying how it must be while the night disagrees
I can't wait for the morning sun
As I stand with the sea
And the ocean she understands
Just the man I could be
No, no, time doesn't wait for you
No, no, leave it alone
No, no, your days are far too few
This thing I have always known
When your time is up it & #146; s true
They never give another day to you
When your time is up it & #146; s through
No one cares how
Can't keep it
Can't save it
Can't take it away with you
So I say we use it now
Now his thoughts gave way to anger
And he loudly cursed at fate
That in a world of opportunities
That he was doomed to wait
That his life could be predestined
To be stuck here on this shore
He could not make himself believe
That there was nothing more
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Times were changing
Eighteen years and fading
Ain't a lot of time left to be a star
On an island
All alone and dying
Walk upon the water
But you won't get far
Dreams and visions
Tied into decisions
Saw you on a postcard
From the other side
Hope and glitter
Never feeling bitter
Walk upon the water
Just to be your bride
Don't tell me now
That there is nothing more
There is a how
Just like there is a door
And if there's not to be another way
You tell me why
Why
Why
Stay and follow
If the words are hollow
Gotta' go along
Cause it's all you got
Each day earn them
Turn around and burn them
Think your fitting in
But you hope you're not
Neatly drowning
Every drink your downing
If you drink enough
You'll forget the game
Each illusion
Wrapped in absolution
Live your life in weekends
But it's not the same
Don't tell me now
That there is nothing more
There is a how
Just like there is a door
And if there's not to be another way
You tell me why
Why
Why
Why
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Blackjack guillotine
Razor sharp
Always clean
Gotta lie
Very wide
Once inside she knows what to do
She knows what to do
Skin tight
China white
Just another neon life
In the vein
Leaves a stain
All the time you know that it's true
You know that its true
So tell me what you had in store
It doesn't matter anymore
It never did, it never will
But I'll be out there waiting still
You're moving fast but leaving tracks
A compromise to your attacks
There comes a time you want to take it back
Back
Back
Back
But can't think of nothing I
Can't think of nothing I
Can't think of nothing I
Lack
Junkie
Credit card
Gotta vein
Goes for yards
Hypnotised
You decide
Every neuron's changing its view
Changing its view
Gentlemen
Summarize
Every lie
Well disguised
Don't forget
Neuron death
In the mind awaiting its cue
Awaiting its cue
And so we found it very mod
The worshiping of lesser gods
And lie they do
For lie they must
For they know it's the lie we trust
And so we're out there laying tracks
Wherever there's a vein to pack
There comes a time you want to take it back
Back
Back
Back
Back
But I can't think of nothing
I can't think of nothing
I can't think of nothing
I lack
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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
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Welcome to the system
Here's the situation
It's a bit confusing
Welcome to the maze
Everybody sees what
Everybody wants to
Everyone avoids
Every other gaze
I will be your mentor
I'll be your advisor
I'll do what I do
And you will look away
Forgetting what you see
Has always been much wiser
But someone in the back is missing what I say
Got a complaint in the system
Got a complaint in the system
Welcome to the park now
We supply amusements
Everybody rides
But everybody pays
What good's causing problems
When no one's complaining
What good is a martyr
If no one is saved
Everybody knows us
Everybody sees us
Every single child
Can tell you where we are
Every politician
Says that we are leaving
But in all this time
We haven't gone too far
Got a complaint in the system
Got a complaint in the system
Got a complaint in the system
Got a complaint in the system
You should understand it
It's not underhanded
It's really quite simple you see
The right and the wrong of it
Long and the short of it
Black and the white of it
Forget the sight of it
It is so much cheaper
To be no one's keeper
Trust me
In the dead of the night
You can stab with a knife
But it's rare you'll ever get anywhere
So we laugh in delight
Till you turn on a light
And we scatter for the darkness
Or the corners filled with blackness
And we're
There
There
There
There
There
There
Where
Where
Where
Where
Where
Where
There
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Each man has a soul
That struggles to escape
And in the shallows of his dreams
We can often see its wake
For we all have our secrets
That we all keep deep inside
Away from light, in darkest night
Where it's always safe to hide
Away from all that we should meet
Less someone else should share
That thing that hides inside our soul
That we pray was never there
And out upon that ocean
A lifetime from the shore
Miguel stood his night watch
Recalling everything he saw
For he was a deckhand
Aboard the "maersk dubai"
He had sailed her round the world
From hamburg to sendai
But this trip had been different
More than any he had known
For on board there was an evil
And the evil had been shown
For halfway through this voyage
They had found two stowaways
That the captain had thrown in the sea
And left them to the waves
And when he tried to close his eyes
And pretend he did not know
The evil did not go away
But used the time to grow
For later on that same trip
They found a stowaway once again
But the captain soon met this one too
And brought him to the same cold end
He wondered what that boy thought inside
Before that final sleep
When water was all that was around
And his lungs had screamed breathe deep
He wondered what went through his mind
As he gasped for air
And the last moment when he prayed for help
To find nobody there
He wondered to himself
If he could have been the one
To stand up at that moment
And say this cannot be done
To stand up to the captain
And say this thing it cannot be
But there is nothing closer to god on earth
Than a captain on the sea
And he was just a deckhand
With no right to plead the case
Of this stranger in their midst
And so he kept his place
And what is done is done
And undone cannot be
And so he pushed it from his mind
And stared out across the sea
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As he stood upon the watch deck
Looking out onto the sea
It would offer no solutions
Only silent company
So he took hold of the reasons
As he tried to understand
But they offered just confusion
As they bled into his hands
Dear god
Couldn't you decide
What should happen to a man's assassins
Dear god
Is it suicide
I have never been a man of passions
I believe what the prophets said
That the oceans hold their dead
But at night when the waves are near
They whisper
And I hear
There are wounds that bleed inside us
There are wounds we never see
They are part of our refinements
That allow a man to be
There are wounds that bleed in silence
With aristocratic grace
There are tears we keep beside them
Never seen upon a face
Dear god
Do you think it's wise
To remember everything that's ever happened
Dear god
Could we compromise
Or must the shadows of this night be everlasting
I believe what the prophets said
That the oceans hold their dead
As I contemplate this stand
What I do
Is who I am
I believe what the prophets said
That the oceans hold their dead
But at night when the waves are near
They whisper
And I hear
Don't see the storms are forming
Don't see or heed the warning
Don't hear the sound of tyrants
Surrounded by the silence
Columbus and magellan and de gama
Sailed upon the ocean
In a world of ignorance
With thoughts so primitive
That men were killed
With no more will
Than that they simply had the notion
But in this world of heartless men
This thing they never did
Don't hear it
Don't hear it
Don't hear it
Don't hear it
Got to keep it underground
Pretend you never heard a sound
If they find it kill it blind it
If they find it kill it blind it
Lord tell me what is to be
Lord tell me what is to be
They whisper and I hear
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Don't want to walk upon the water
Don't want to look across the waves
Instead of seeing hills of water
I just see markers on their graves
But in the fading of a season
To look across an empty sky
For a forgotten childhood reason
To once more wish that you could
Close your eyes and just believe again
There's a god does he remember when
We were young and faith was not pretend
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
And in the night he sees the ocean
Carve its thoughts upon the shore
For in the way it was created
It can do this and nothing more
And every message it would leave him
The next wave carefully erased
As the tears that passed between them
Were so real that you could
Close your eyes and just believe again
There's a god and he remembers when
We were young and faith was not pretend
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
And all at once the waves were getting
Higher
And as they crashed I thought I heard them say
There'd be a time when men would all be wiser
When everyone, everyone,
Yes everyone is
Saved
And as he walked away he thought about
That third stowaway once more
And wondered if the body had washed up
Upon some far and distant shore
Or if it sank down through the depths
Of cold reality
To rest upon the ocean floor
For all eternity
For at the bottom of the sea
The dead do not feel pain
And neath the ocean made of tears
They never fear the rain
But what had really happened
Was a stranger twist of fate
That the deckhand was to never know
But to you I will relate
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Standing alone by the edge of a river
He's traded his life for a glass full of tears
The bargain was quick for one's life is less dearer
When the sand's running out and the ending is near
The ending is near
The ending is near
The ending is...
The man climbed aboard and set sail for the ocean
He put on the mast all the canvas she'd take
Then laid himself down on the deck neath the tiller
The ship was his coffin this moment his wake
Runaway reasons
Runaway seasons
Time is a treason
That I give back to you now
The wind touched the sail and the ship moved the ocean
The wind from the storm set the course she would take
From a journey to nowhere towards a soul on the ocean
From the wake of magellan to magellan's wake
Runaway reasons
Runaway seasons
Everything in it
Hours and minutes
You take tomorrow
Because it means nothing
To me
To me
To ...
In the dark he heard a whisper
Asking him to understand
In the desert look for water
On the ocean look for land
In the dark he heard a whisper
Asking him to understand
In the desert look for water
On the ocean look for land
And there in the waves
Was a man in his grave
That he saw in the night
'Tween the flashes of light
And he
Could not be there
And all he had prayed
Or had given away
He now found to be wrong
In the grip of the storm
And he
Could not be there
Could you keep our lives together
Safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more
Could you keep our lives together
Safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more
And all at once the heavens bled their fire
The anchor broke the chains they flew away
And suddenly the waves were reaching higher
And in the dark I thought I heard them say
Could you keep our lives together
Safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more
Everything I ever had for one more tomorrow
Everything I ever had for just one more night
And if this is not to be I pray could I borrow
Just another final hour onto my life
Did you ever really want to
Did you ever really want to
Lord, tell me how it will be
Lord, tell me how it will be
Standing once more by a boat on a river
He pushes it off while he stays on the land
And seeing the hourglass now so much clearer
Which someone had refilled by hand
And somewhere that boat's now adrift on the ocean
The mast at full sail and there's no one on board
The hourglass no longer sits by the ocean
Only his footprints all alone on the shore
And soon they're no more
No more
No more
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