Nightwish - Song of myself

The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath i took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves

A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids of Whitman's and the Ride
Raving harlequins gigantic toys

Chorus:
A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need
Of a pure heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angel wing

All that great heart lying still in silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old Dead Boy's song
Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angel wing

A midnight flight into Covington Woods
A princess and a panther by my side
These are Territories i live for
I'd still give my everything to love you more

Repeat chorus

A silent sympony
A hollow opus 1,2,3

Sometimes the sky is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

Resting pipes verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door

Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angel wing

I see a slow simple youngster by a busy street
With a begging bowl in his shaking hand
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely.
Nobody notices
I do but walk by

An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
It's half light and he's in tears
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading

I see a beaten dog in he's a pungent alley
He tries to bite me
All pride has left his wild drooling eyes
I wish i had my leg to spare

A mother visits her son smiles to him through the bars
She's never loved him more

An obese girl enters an elevator with me
All dressed up fancy a green batterfly on her neck
Terribly sweet perfume deafens me
She's going to dinner alone
That makes her even more beautiful

I see a model's face on a brick wall
A statue of porcelan perfection beside a violent city kill
A city that worships flesh

The first thing i ever heard was a wondering man telling his story
It was you the grass under my bare feet
The campfire in the dead of the night
The heavenly black of sky anf sea

It was us
Roaming the rainy roads combing the gilded beaches
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no one's seen before
Shipwrecked on some matt painted island
Clad in nothing but the surf beaity's finest robe

Beyond all mortality we are swinging in the breath of nature
In carly air of the dawn life
A sight to silence the heavens

I wan to travel where life travels following its permanant lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh born Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy, or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love,Goodness and simplicity
(While violated and imprisoned by technology)

The thought of my family's graves was the only moment
I used to experience true love
That love remains infinite as i'll never be the man my father is

How can you "just be yourself" when you don't know who you are?
Stop saying " i know how you feel"
How could anyone know how another feels?

Who am i to judge a priest,beggar,whore,politician,wrongdoer?
I am you are all of them already

Dear child stop working go play
Forget every rule
There's no fear in a dream

"Is there a village inside his snowflake?"
-A child asked me
"What's the color of our lullaby?"

I've never been so close to truth as then
I touched its silver lining

Death is the winner in every war
Nothing noble in dying for your religion
For your country,for ideology,for faith,for another man,yes

Paper is dead without words
Ink idle without a poem
All the world dead without stories
Without love and disarming beauty

Carless realism costs souls

Ever seen the Lord smile?
All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh,how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible black fools living over nightmare ground

I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will ever change
I,too wish to be a decent manboy but all i am
Is smoke and mirrors
Still given everything may i be deserving
And there forever remains that change from G to Em