Last night, I dreamed that I had Tarja Turunen and Anette Olzon with me together in one room. They were both on good terms with each other and we were working on music together, but I kept getting distracted by World of Warcraft.
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hep hep!
Once upon a time in a day-mare
Dying to meet you, little child
Enter, enter this sideshow
Time for bed, the cradle still rocks
13 chimes on a dead man’s clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
The bride will lure you, cook you, eat you
Your dear innocence boiled to feed
The evil in need of fear
Burning farms and squealing pigs
Pool of snakes to swim with
Oh, sweet poison, bite me, bite me…
“Ladies and gentlemen
Be heartlessly welcome!
To Cirque De Morgue
And what a show we have for you tonight!"
Restless souls will put on their dancing shoes
Mindless ghouls with lot of limbs to lose
Illusionists, contortionist,
Tightrope-walkers tightening the noose
Horde of spiders, closet tentacles
Laughing harpies with their talons
Ripping, sher-chrisss, per-vizzz
The pendulum still sways for you
Such are the darks here to show you
Child in a corner,
fallen mirrors, all kingdom in cinders
(i swear, this intro reminds me of “Wish I Had an Angel”)
I Want My Tears Back!
The treetops, the chimneys, the snow-bed stories, winter grey
Wildflowers, those Meadows of Heaven, wind in the wheat
A railroad cross waters, the scent of grandfatherly love
Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly’s wings
Where is the wonder, where’s the awe?
Where’s dear Alice knocking on the door?
Where’s the trapdoor that takes me there?
Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare?
Where is the wonder, where’s the awe?
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for?
Before the years take me
I wish to see
the lost in me
I Want My Tears Back!
I Want My Tears Back now!
A ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone
A rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa
Where is the wonder, where’s the awe?
Where’s dear Alice knocking on the door?
Where’s the trapdoor that takes me there?
Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare?
Where is the wonder, where’s the awe?
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for?
Before the years take me
I wish to see
the lost in me
Where is the wonder, where’s the awe?
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for?
Before the years take me
I wish to see
the lost in me
I Want My Tears Back!
I Want My Tears Back now!
Where is the wonder, where’s the awe?
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for?
Before the years take me
I wish to see
the lost in me
Where is the wonder, where’s the awe?
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for?
Before the years take me
I wish to see
the lost in me
I Want My Tears Back!
I Want My Tears Back now!
Come and share
This painting with me
Unveiling of me
The magician that never failed
This deep sigh coiled around my chest
Intoxicated by a major chord
I wonder, do I love you
Or the thought of you?
Slow, Love, Slow
Only the weak are not lonely
Southern blue, morning dew
Let-down-your-guards, I-love-you’s
Ice-cream castles, lips-to-ear rhymes
A slumber deeper than time
Slow, Love, Slow
Only the weak are not lonely
Slow…Slow, Love, Slow
Slow, Love, Slow
Slow, slow…
6:30, winter morn
Snow keeps falling, silent dawn
A rose by any other name
Eva leaves her swan-brook home
A kindest heart which always made
Me ashamed of my own
She walks alone but not without her name
Eva flies away
Dreams the world far away
In this cruel children’s game
There’s no friend to call her name
Eva sails away
Dreams the world far away
The good in her will be my sunflower field
Mocked by man
to depths of shame
Little girl with life ahead
For a memory of one kind word
She would stay among the beasts
Time for one more daring dream
Before her escape, Eden-beam
We kill with her own loving heart
Eva flies away
Dreams the world far away
In this cruel children’s game
There’s no friend to call her name
Eva sails away
Dreams the world far away
The good in her will be my sunflower field
Eva flies away
Dreams the world far away
In this cruel children’s game
There’s no friend to call her name
Eva sails away
Dreams the world far away
The good in her will be my sunflower field
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