[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill] Day Into night Into day Into I don't know you anymore But I stand Where you say Thinking all the time you planned it You've been gone away too long Leaving us to carry on Though in truth you never tried Just stepped back and watched the slide Paragons of innocence Questioning of your intent Never quite sure what you meant From the other side Moments on the carousel Must admit we ride it well And the horses never tell All throughout the ride That no one leaves No one leaves No one leaves... Alive Time On my hands Slips away Till I just don't feel it anymore Thinking back When I can To the time when it began with Bits of dreams all in a line And somehow we missed the signs That it all was never real And in truth a fatal deal Paragons of innocence Questioning of your intent Never quite sure what you meant From the other side Moments on the carousel Must admit we ride it well And the horses never tell All throughout the ride No one leaves No one leaves No one leaves... Alive There always comes a time When you do what you want to do You know you shouldn't do it But you do it anyway And when he had that time When he knew what he wanted to He quickly placed his order Though he never thought he'd pay But the lines turned to lies And the lies turned to tangles And you're pale as a cadaver Though you think it doesn't show So you live with the lies And the friends that it gathers But somewhere in your heart you know you Got to let it Got to let it Go Paragons of innocence Questioning of your intent
Never quite sure what you meant From the other side Moments on the carousel Must admit we ride it well And the horses never tell All throughout the ride No one leaves No one leaves No one leaves... Alive THEN THE SAILOR PICKED A COAT UP THAT HAD BEEN LAYING THERE AND PLACED IT OVER THE BODY AND THEN HE SAID A LITTLE PRAYER AND THE OCEAN BROUGHT IN ON A WAVE AN OLD WATERLOGGED WREATH AND PUSHED IT UP ALONG THE SAND TILL IT TOUCHED THE DEAD MAN'S FEET AND WRITTEN ON THAT WREATH IN LETTERS OF GOLD FOIL WAS THE NAME VERONICA GUERIN BUT THE LETTERS WERE BENT AND SOILED THE SAILOR SAID I SEE THESE FLOWERS THAT YOU SO KINDLY GAVE ARE OBVIOUSLY FROM FAR AWAY AND FROM ANOTHER'S GRAVE AND I CANNOT HELP BUT TO THINK THE SAILOR GENTLY SAID THAT IT'S UNWISE IN GOD EYES TO STEAL FLOWERS FROM THE DEAD THE OCEAN SAID PLEASE TRUST ME FRIEND THIS GIFT WILL CAUSE NO PAIN AND THE PERSON TO WHOM THEY ONCE BELONGED WOULD SURELY SAY THE SAME YOU SEE THIS WREATH WAS FROM THE FUNERAL OF A WOMAN WHO SHOWED NO FEAR OF MEN WHO LIVED IN MANSIONS BOUGHT WITH OTHER PEOPLE'S TEARS OF MEN WHO LIVED IN MANSIONS BOUGHT WITH BITS OF OTHERS LIVES WHO AT NIGHT STILL HUGGED THEIR CHILDREN AND BROUGHT GIFTS HOME TO THEIR WIVES WITH MONEY MADE FROM HEROIN AND PACKETS OF COCAINE AND IF A BUYER OVERDOSED THEY NEVER FELT THE PAIN THERE WERE MANY FLOWERS AT HER FUNERAL BUT NONE FOR THIS BOY I FEAR SO THE WIND HAS BLOWN THIS WREATH TO ME AND I HAVE BROUGHT IT HERE SHE GAVE HER LIFE TO STOP THE SPREAD OF DRUGS AMONG HER KIND AND IF WE LEAVE THESE FLOWERS FOR THIS BOY I'M SURE SHE WOULDN'T MIND