| Song | Shine |
| Artist | Edenbridge |
| Album | Shine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The night is drawing on | |
| But all the strain not told on him | |
| And he won’t fall into the sleep of the just | |
| To be a tumbler or a lonesome intruder | |
| He is as good as gold and searching for trust | |
| Be, to be the | |
| Harlequin who shines in dead gold | |
| To kill those idle thoughts about this stronghold | |
| See, see the evening star in this sunset glow | |
| Sailing the splendor ships straight on the port bow | |
| Strike the sands of ever | |
| The lingering sound of dreams | |
| In harsh reality | |
| Turn over a new leaf | |
| Ardently desired | |
| And forever | |
| Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
| And he gave rise to hope | |
| Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
| To the dancer on a rope | |
| Shine, so where’s the difference between man and machine? | |
| And who will draw the line? | |
| Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
| May all the ways then shine | |
| Sometimes he’s worlds apart and elsewhere lies his dream | |
| And he won’t never shift the blame on you | |
| Sometimes a parting kiss speaks louder than action | |
| When life turns suddenly like a bolt from the blue | |
| He, he’s not the silver slave supposed to be | |
| He’s on the rise to fame out of this tragedy | |
| See, so now the odds are even literally true | |
| There is no limit to it all, there is no taboo | |
| Strike the sands of ever | |
| The lingering sound of dreams | |
| In harsh reality | |
| Turn over a new leaf | |
| Ardently desired | |
| And forever | |
| Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
| And he gave rise to hope | |
| Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
| To the dancer on a rope | |
| Shine, so where’s the difference between man and machine? | |
| And who will draw the line? | |
| Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
| May all the ways then shine | |
| Don’t clip those wings of a flying | |
| When wearing your heart on your sleeve | |
| But still there is life among dying | |
| The far cry off and make-believe | |
| In this palatial hallway | |
| Should all be null and void | |
| Between the tricks of fortune | |
| In years that he enjoyed? | |
| He is the one enigma | |
| High flown beneath the sun | |
| Is he the last resort | |
| When future has begun? | |
| Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
| And he gave rise to hope | |
| Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
| To the dancer on a rope | |
| Shine, so where’s the difference between man and machine? | |
| And who will draw the line? | |
| Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
| May all the ways then shine |
| The night is drawing on | |
| But all the strain not told on him | |
| And he won' t fall into the sleep of the just | |
| To be a tumbler or a lonesome intruder | |
| He is as good as gold and searching for trust | |
| Be, to be the | |
| Harlequin who shines in dead gold | |
| To kill those idle thoughts about this stronghold | |
| See, see the evening star in this sunset glow | |
| Sailing the splendor ships straight on the port bow | |
| Strike the sands of ever | |
| The lingering sound of dreams | |
| In harsh reality | |
| Turn over a new leaf | |
| Ardently desired | |
| And forever | |
| Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
| And he gave rise to hope | |
| Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
| To the dancer on a rope | |
| Shine, so where' s the difference between man and machine? | |
| And who will draw the line? | |
| Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
| May all the ways then shine | |
| Sometimes he' s worlds apart and elsewhere lies his dream | |
| And he won' t never shift the blame on you | |
| Sometimes a parting kiss speaks louder than action | |
| When life turns suddenly like a bolt from the blue | |
| He, he' s not the silver slave supposed to be | |
| He' s on the rise to fame out of this tragedy | |
| See, so now the odds are even literally true | |
| There is no limit to it all, there is no taboo | |
| Strike the sands of ever | |
| The lingering sound of dreams | |
| In harsh reality | |
| Turn over a new leaf | |
| Ardently desired | |
| And forever | |
| Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
| And he gave rise to hope | |
| Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
| To the dancer on a rope | |
| Shine, so where' s the difference between man and machine? | |
| And who will draw the line? | |
| Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
| May all the ways then shine | |
| Don' t clip those wings of a flying | |
| When wearing your heart on your sleeve | |
| But still there is life among dying | |
| The far cry off and makebelieve | |
| In this palatial hallway | |
| Should all be null and void | |
| Between the tricks of fortune | |
| In years that he enjoyed? | |
| He is the one enigma | |
| High flown beneath the sun | |
| Is he the last resort | |
| When future has begun? | |
| Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
| And he gave rise to hope | |
| Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
| To the dancer on a rope | |
| Shine, so where' s the difference between man and machine? | |
| And who will draw the line? | |
| Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
| May all the ways then shine |
| The night is drawing on | |
| But all the strain not told on him | |
| And he won' t fall into the sleep of the just | |
| To be a tumbler or a lonesome intruder | |
| He is as good as gold and searching for trust | |
| Be, to be the | |
| Harlequin who shines in dead gold | |
| To kill those idle thoughts about this stronghold | |
| See, see the evening star in this sunset glow | |
| Sailing the splendor ships straight on the port bow | |
| Strike the sands of ever | |
| The lingering sound of dreams | |
| In harsh reality | |
| Turn over a new leaf | |
| Ardently desired | |
| And forever | |
| Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
| And he gave rise to hope | |
| Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
| To the dancer on a rope | |
| Shine, so where' s the difference between man and machine? | |
| And who will draw the line? | |
| Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
| May all the ways then shine | |
| Sometimes he' s worlds apart and elsewhere lies his dream | |
| And he won' t never shift the blame on you | |
| Sometimes a parting kiss speaks louder than action | |
| When life turns suddenly like a bolt from the blue | |
| He, he' s not the silver slave supposed to be | |
| He' s on the rise to fame out of this tragedy | |
| See, so now the odds are even literally true | |
| There is no limit to it all, there is no taboo | |
| Strike the sands of ever | |
| The lingering sound of dreams | |
| In harsh reality | |
| Turn over a new leaf | |
| Ardently desired | |
| And forever | |
| Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
| And he gave rise to hope | |
| Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
| To the dancer on a rope | |
| Shine, so where' s the difference between man and machine? | |
| And who will draw the line? | |
| Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
| May all the ways then shine | |
| Don' t clip those wings of a flying | |
| When wearing your heart on your sleeve | |
| But still there is life among dying | |
| The far cry off and makebelieve | |
| In this palatial hallway | |
| Should all be null and void | |
| Between the tricks of fortune | |
| In years that he enjoyed? | |
| He is the one enigma | |
| High flown beneath the sun | |
| Is he the last resort | |
| When future has begun? | |
| Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
| And he gave rise to hope | |
| Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
| To the dancer on a rope | |
| Shine, so where' s the difference between man and machine? | |
| And who will draw the line? | |
| Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
| May all the ways then shine |