[The Architect:] This is futile, hapless effort to reach another’s heart Knot I can’t untie, puzzle I can’t solve
[Choir:] Watching from afar, Distant as the stars [The Architect:] As all sentiments but the longing dissolve
[Storyteller :] This was just a bitter sweet endeavor [Storyteller & The Architect:] A girl chased by a boy, a boy chasing a dream Acerbic taste of youth is swinging into whole As my teenage hopes and wishes drown into a stream
[The Girl & The Architect:] “We never really had that sort of true connection” How come I never had a say, never had a say in games we played? “It didn’t have to come to this, it wasn’t my intention”
[The Architect:] One vague smile from her and I saw the world begin to fade
[Storyteller:] Darkness fell; he’s finally opened its eyes Rejection, despair, woe and compromise Gazing on a pale horizon with vision unclear The last hint of light is fading away Casting shade that rolls over the sundial’s face
[The Architect:] We’re lost in our lives like rats in a maze Our feelings are smothered by indifferent haze Our world’s so hectic, chaotic, unjust We might find a shelter though the shelter won’ last
[The Architect & Choir:] Those are the feelings that hold us together A thought that crosses us as they’re conducting the theme Acidic taste of loneliness is blistering our tongues The things that make us human make us scream
[The Architect:] “We never really had that sort of true connection” I feel like I succumb, I shuffle back and I restart “It didn’t have to come to this, it wasn’t my intention” She smiled indifferently but with a different heart
3. Hymn To Loneliness
[The Architect:] I wish I could start over, I wish I could ignore The voice that led me astray The aching in my heart, my soul is empty and torn apart Yet all I care is this, will she love me someday?
[The Teacher:] Don’t you let her distant words get through your shell [The Architect:] It’s all too little and much too late [The Teacher:] Come forth tribulation, don’t you dwell Let me soften this wretched fate
Don’t let these words get through your shell Shed this boy’s skin, become a man Come forth emerging passion; give in to its charms Welcome these embracing, yearning arms
This desire’s incomplete And fell onto this world [The Teacher & The Architect:] A song left unsung, at the top of my lungs [The Teacher:] With no answers I will never admit
[The Teacher & The Architect:] These venomous throes of rejection But I feel, if I must, as this lust turns to dust Torn asunder
[Choir:] We weave a web of silky spins Old Samson’s hair grows gray and thin No guiding hand, our journey ends Before it begins The wolves that prey our lovers’ bed The howls disguised as serenades Our sharpened teeth, that yearn to taste It all turns to sand
[Storyteller:] Nomads had often sung Of heroes’ tragic passion And despite the modern age They will sing once more Still in our dreams, faces Are kissing us sweet and precious An ever missing goddamn cupid Yet Lets us die alone…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
