Caleb Lyrics
| Song | Caleb |
| Artist | Sonata Arctica |
| Album | 20 Years of Nuclear Blast |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 were not 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 | |
| Glueing on his drinkin' 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 itthe child is not right, he's my greatest shameGo out, create thunder, and stand right underThat old apple treeWhere dead snakes let him feed on thoseLost hopes, all those kind words could hurt him even more, nowSomehow, lost one more way back homeOut 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 drew to hate forever.She was a beast, a deadly saint, wrong in many waysWanted to keep up the charade, until the end waltzing togetherOver the hills, under the sea,Fighting the will, whole UniverseWhy does a man driving a hearseLive in fear, Gift and a CurseTaking 'em out, taking 'em all,Shooting the wall, over and outWhen nothing moves, all’s well,A decision he can find a way to live with...and 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 ..."oo-oo-oooThis necessary evil has no heartooo-oo-oooFlowers and people he will now enlaceA price he must pay serving a cold...whatevergod. |
| 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 were not 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 | |
| Glueing on his drinkin' 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 itthe child is not right, he' s my greatest shameGo out, create thunder, and stand right underThat old apple treeWhere dead snakes let him feed on thoseLost hopes, all those kind words could hurt him even more, nowSomehow, lost one more way back homeOut 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 drew to hate forever. She was a beast, a deadly saint, wrong in many waysWanted to keep up the charade, until the end waltzing togetherOver the hills, under the sea, Fighting the will, whole UniverseWhy does a man driving a hearseLive in fear, Gift and a CurseTaking ' em out, taking ' em all, Shooting the wall, over and outWhen nothing moves, all' s well, A decision he can find a way to live with... and 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 ..." oooooooThis necessary evil has no heartooooooooFlowers and people he will now enlaceA price he must pay serving a cold... whatevergod. |
| 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 were not 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 | |
| Glueing on his drinkin' 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 itthe child is not right, he' s my greatest shameGo out, create thunder, and stand right underThat old apple treeWhere dead snakes let him feed on thoseLost hopes, all those kind words could hurt him even more, nowSomehow, lost one more way back homeOut 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 drew to hate forever. She was a beast, a deadly saint, wrong in many waysWanted to keep up the charade, until the end waltzing togetherOver the hills, under the sea, Fighting the will, whole UniverseWhy does a man driving a hearseLive in fear, Gift and a CurseTaking ' em out, taking ' em all, Shooting the wall, over and outWhen nothing moves, all' s well, A decision he can find a way to live with... and 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 ..." oooooooThis necessary evil has no heartooooooooFlowers and people he will now enlaceA price he must pay serving a cold... whatevergod. |
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