[Lyrics by Mike Portnoy] We're taught unconditional love That blood is thicker than water That a parent's world would revolve Always around their
us, for us. Nobody ain't know each other. Buddies turning into lovers for us, for us. Oooh when the moonlight turns to sunshine everybody waking up to abandon dreams
more evidience Words of Wisdom They shine upon the strength of an nation Conquer the enemy on with education Protect thy self, reach with what you wanna do Know thy
, how deep art Thy wounds Thou who thought that love was life Thou who thought love never dies Cry out Thy sorrow and seek to heal Cry out Thy sorrow
Heart, how deep art Thy wounds Thou who thought that love was life Thou who thought love never dies Cry out Thy sorrow and seek to heal Cry out Thy
Alas hope all evaporates incinerate burns out and obliterates Keep the faith in more ways than one Or believe me and mark my words thy will be done
the night While the moon her watch is keeping All through the night While the weary world is sleeping All through the night O'er thy spirit gently stealing
thou sleep, may thou rest, may thy slumber be blest. May thou sleep, may thou rest, may thy slumber be blest. Lullaby and good night, thy mother's delight
terrified man, secluded and trapped in time In thy eyes; The womb of thy despair Embrace my life Within thy empty stare Together let us roam Through endless dreams
breath; sleeping quietly now. Swept away by heavy eyelids; forever in my dreams... And you will be safe in my dearest dreams... My love... forever in my dearest dreams
. An ocean o? tears I see... A nightfall o? dreams caresses me. [Deliah:] Thou wert, thou art, thou shalt fore?er be... Ye nightshade o? thy sorrow,
As the delicate nightsky once again dies The mist of dawn brought ruin and demise Darkness dissolves, every dream withdraws Returning into a world of
Your radiance sparkles like fiery dust... blisters in the wind of the absolute. The satin web of thy imprisonment shackles the muse of dreams come true
30/1-2002. Some modifications 5/3-2002] [Voice of Venus:] Thou art a flower, growing into his soul. You light his silent path of night... Thy winds
by Anders Jacobsson, Jan 2002 & March 2002] [Voice of Venus:] Thou art a flower, growing into his soul. You light his silent path of night... Thy
