not the music? - it's you that danced along See the moon riding the tide, the reflection swims As the ice begins to melt, we see a form within (Chorus
depart There?s a game I don?t want you to know of Masquerade, Cirque du Decadence A pawn in an empty chessboard Moved around by a hand of a fool Never
saw was a desert of snowfall The children of frost are wrapped in the dawn . . . At a great cost we found an old seesaw And as we sat down, a new season
: As if, as if As if it matters Innit, innit ?what happens, happens?? As if as if?s were enough Is it, is it a fit of angst we see Is it a bit the
: (A Way Away) I found a way away ? and sailed beyond the waves of pain No Jonah in my sea, no whale to hide inside these days I?ve lost my sky Feels
her in bed and hurt her head Her tragic flaw was not a blunder . . . Teeter totter by the harbor, Lilja looked up saw a starfish Holding her hand was
: Sorrow?s sound, it swirls all about you Dry fallen leaves that rise like a cloud Time is a torch in a field of lost faces Kissed by the mist, you kneel
Little sister, Playing hide and seek Even though mama told you I?m really gone If you miss me Sneak a peek at my diary Or read the peek-a-boo sky that
shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow Little boys little boys there's a choice there's a choice
dust The scissor starts to rust The ink will fade with us. . . A lily builds a home It grows inside my bones Been there since I was born . . You can brood by a
(A Way Away) I found a way away ? and sailed beyond the waves of pain No Jonah in my sea, no whale to hide inside these days I?ve lost my sky Feels I
As if, as if As if it matters Innit, innit ?what happens, happens?? As if as if?s were enough Is it, is it a fit of angst we see Is it a bit the fear
(A Way Away) I found a way away ? and sailed beyond the waves of pain No Jonah in my sea, no whale to hide inside these days I?ve lost my sky Feels
Sorrow?s sound, it swirls all about you Dry fallen leaves that rise like a cloud Time is a torch in a field of lost faces Kissed by the mist, you kneel
) . . . Little sister, Playing hide and seek Even though mama told you I?m really gone If you miss me Sneak a peek at my diary Or read the peek-a-boo
