Sonata Arctica - Caleb paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Caleb - Sonata Arctica



There is a man in this world who has never smiled
You may know his tragedy, the later years, by heart
In the beginning, there was a mother, father, and a child
A troubled, little, silent boy whose life they were to destroy
Known to us from this day on like his father, Caleb
His mother came up with
Such a clever way to save the day with a little white lie
He thinks he missed the point back then
But now he's grown to understand it in a way
Father said, "I'm sorry," only once, as I remember
The words weren't meant to hurt
Only destroy you, my stupid son"
One person can make a difference sometimes
Just turn his head when the kid is still and has a weak neck
Smiled at his funeral, "Happy you're dead"
All his solutions, it seemed
Were only problems in disguise
Gluing on his drinking face
Got ready to erase another day
Mother was yet confident although they had it tight
Taught her son at the end of every tunnel's a little light
It wasn't a lie, it was her hope that everything would be fine one day
He can fulfill his every dream, I'm happy as long as he's not-
I hate it and fear, can't face it
The child is not right, he's my greatest shame
Go out, create thunder, and stand right under
That old apple tree where dead snakes let him feed
Lost hopes, all those kind words
Could hurt him even more
Now, somehow
Lost one more way back home
Out on the lake, he rows towards a monster
He should've been running away from years ago
The past had made him blind
To the way he'd turned the pain into a way of life
Followed his father, tucked him in, Caleb knows the trade
He's the portrait of a man his mother grew to hate forever
She was a beast, a deadly saint, wrong in many ways
Wanted to keep up the charade until the end waltzing together
Over the hills, under the sea
Fighting the will, whole Universe
Why does a man driving a hearse?
Live in fear, gift and a curse
Taking 'em out, taking 'em all
Shooting the wall over and out
When nothing moves, all's well
A decision he can find a way to live with
And the dried up flowers are so beautiful
And it applies to all things living and dead
For that I serve my time
In my suite in Hell
Now I ring the bell to tell the world
I'm ready when they bring out
The soon to be dead against the wall
This necessary evil has no heart
Flowers and people he will now enlace
A price he must pay serving a cold
Whatever, God



Writer(s): KAKKO TONI KRISTIAN


Sonata Arctica - Unia
Album Unia
date de sortie
25-05-2007




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