Song | Caleb |
Artist | Sonata Arctica |
Album | 20 Years of Nuclear Blast |
Sonata Arctica | |
Unia | |
Caleb | |
[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 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 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 on those | |
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 drew 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 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. | |
[Solo] | |
"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 | |
... whatevergod. |
Sonata Arctica | |
Unia | |
Caleb | |
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 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 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 on those | |
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 drew 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 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. | |
Solo | |
" 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 | |
... whatevergod. |