Song | Changes |
Artist | Praying Mantis |
Album | Forever in Time |
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Every life must have a reason | |
So I thought the story goes | |
Just holding onto dreams now, | |
As reality steals the show | |
Wisdom such an asset, | |
But it’s gained too late in life | |
The prize of youth without control | |
Just the blade but not the knife | |
The challenge is here, | |
Don’t say what you fear | |
What’s over the hill do you know | |
No longer the child, once where so wild | |
Wait for the hold man to show | |
I wake up every morning, | |
Though I’ve slept through | |
All of these years | |
A cog that turns another, | |
Am I clockwork puppeteer? | |
The treadmill of surviving | |
I’m still spinning round and round | |
The motions I’m use to, | |
That I need no sight nor sound | |
The dawn of life, I’ve waited long to see | |
Now the figure of resentment, | |
This is not how I thought it would be……. | |
Can’t you see? | |
The challenge is here, | |
Don’t say what you fear | |
What’s over the hill do you know | |
No longer the child, once where so wild | |
Wait for the hold man to show | |
The truth in the eyes, still wear the disguise | |
For the wonders you may never see | |
It’s high time to fear, the final frontier | |
The face in the crowd is now me | |
I painted life by numbers, | |
Every color mixed so true | |
But how could I paint a rainbow, | |
When all I saw, it’s was blue | |
The picture now is drying, | |
As I wipe dust from the frame | |
A lifetime’s picture is complete | |
But the canvas is still so plain |
Every life must have a reason | |
So I thought the story goes | |
Just holding onto dreams now, | |
As reality steals the show | |
Wisdom such an asset, | |
But it' s gained too late in life | |
The prize of youth without control | |
Just the blade but not the knife | |
The challenge is here, | |
Don' t say what you fear | |
What' s over the hill do you know | |
No longer the child, once where so wild | |
Wait for the hold man to show | |
I wake up every morning, | |
Though I' ve slept through | |
All of these years | |
A cog that turns another, | |
Am I clockwork puppeteer? | |
The treadmill of surviving | |
I' m still spinning round and round | |
The motions I' m use to, | |
That I need no sight nor sound | |
The dawn of life, I' ve waited long to see | |
Now the figure of resentment, | |
This is not how I thought it would be. | |
Can' t you see? | |
The challenge is here, | |
Don' t say what you fear | |
What' s over the hill do you know | |
No longer the child, once where so wild | |
Wait for the hold man to show | |
The truth in the eyes, still wear the disguise | |
For the wonders you may never see | |
It' s high time to fear, the final frontier | |
The face in the crowd is now me | |
I painted life by numbers, | |
Every color mixed so true | |
But how could I paint a rainbow, | |
When all I saw, it' s was blue | |
The picture now is drying, | |
As I wipe dust from the frame | |
A lifetime' s picture is complete | |
But the canvas is still so plain |
Every life must have a reason | |
So I thought the story goes | |
Just holding onto dreams now, | |
As reality steals the show | |
Wisdom such an asset, | |
But it' s gained too late in life | |
The prize of youth without control | |
Just the blade but not the knife | |
The challenge is here, | |
Don' t say what you fear | |
What' s over the hill do you know | |
No longer the child, once where so wild | |
Wait for the hold man to show | |
I wake up every morning, | |
Though I' ve slept through | |
All of these years | |
A cog that turns another, | |
Am I clockwork puppeteer? | |
The treadmill of surviving | |
I' m still spinning round and round | |
The motions I' m use to, | |
That I need no sight nor sound | |
The dawn of life, I' ve waited long to see | |
Now the figure of resentment, | |
This is not how I thought it would be. | |
Can' t you see? | |
The challenge is here, | |
Don' t say what you fear | |
What' s over the hill do you know | |
No longer the child, once where so wild | |
Wait for the hold man to show | |
The truth in the eyes, still wear the disguise | |
For the wonders you may never see | |
It' s high time to fear, the final frontier | |
The face in the crowd is now me | |
I painted life by numbers, | |
Every color mixed so true | |
But how could I paint a rainbow, | |
When all I saw, it' s was blue | |
The picture now is drying, | |
As I wipe dust from the frame | |
A lifetime' s picture is complete | |
But the canvas is still so plain |