Tytuł: Another way

• Wykonawca: Savatage
• Wyświetleń: 250

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
  
   And as he stood there cursing fate
   For making life so hard
   It seemed that fate had listened
   For she dealt another card
  
   For arriving in the harbour
   Silhouetted against the sky
   Was a ship bound for america
   And her name, "maersk dubai"
  
   And so when no one else was looking
   And the ship was safely moored
   He waited for his moment
   Then he quickly snuck on board
  
   Then he found himself a hiding place
   Between two crates of iron ware
   And as for distant america
   In his mind he was already there
  
   But what he was unaware of
   As they sailed away from shore
   Was that there were other stowaways
   And he was one of four
  
   And meanwhile the old sailor
   Had walked right past that pier
   While still conversing with the ocean
   On the strengths of his idea
  
   And as he walked he came upon
   A youth he thought asleep
   But the ocean said that he was not
   And brushed a wave against his feet
  
   And when the young man didn't stir
   But lay quite still instead
   The sailor took a closer look
   And saw that he was dead
  
   And all around the body
   Was something he had never seen
   Little cellophane packages
   Marked "blackjack guillotine"
  
   And so he asked the ocean
   What these strange packets were
  
   And she answered they held the heroin
  
   That in his blood the youth had stirred
  
   And it is certainly a sign
   That things have gotten out of hand
   When one can purchase ones own death
   And choose it by the brand