Caleb - Sonata Arctica.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Tony Kakko
[00:00.448] 作曲 : Tony Kakko
[00:00.897]There is a man in this world, who has never smiled
[00:05.266]You may know his tragedy, the later years, by heart
[00:10.906]In the beginning, there was a mother, a father, and a child
[00:15.244]A troubled little silent boy, whose life they worked to destroy
[00:20.997]Known to us from this day on
[00:23.750]By his father,
[00:25.147]Caleb.
[00:54.698]His mother came up with such a clever way to save the day with a little white lie.
[01:04.198]He thinks he missed the point back then, but now he's grown to understand it, in a way.
[01:14.045]"Father said "I'm sorry" only once, as I remember"
[01:19.338]"The words were not meant to hurt, only destroy you, my stupid son..."
[01:23.769]One person can make a difference, sometimes...
[01:28.617]Just turn his head when the kid is still and has a weak neck.
[01:33.351]Smiled at his funeral, "happy you're dead."
[01:38.337]All his solutions, it seemed, were only problems in disguise
[01:48.002]Glueing on his drinkin' face, got ready to erase another day...
[01:57.874]Mother was yet confident, although they had it tight, taught her son
[02:03.048]At the end of every tunnel's a little light.
[02:06.736]It wasn't a lie, it was her hope, that everything would be fine one day
[02:12.041]"He can fulfill his every dream, I'm happy as long as he's not."
[02:17.431]"I hate it and fear can't face it
[02:21.320]the child is not right, he's my greatest shame
[02:26.119]Go out, create thunder, and stand right under
[02:31.018]That old apple tree
[02:33.031]Where dead snakes let him feed on those
[02:35.881]Lost hopes, all those kind words could hurt him even more, now
[02:47.556]Somehow, lost one more way back home
[02:57.642]Out on the lake, he rows towards a monster he should've been running away from, years ago.
[03:07.290]The past had made him blind to the way he'd turned the pain into a way of life.
[03:16.778]Followed his father, tucked him in, Caleb knows the trade.
[03:21.772]He's the portrait of a man his mother drew to hate forever.
[03:26.909]She was a beast, a deadly saint, wrong in many ways
[03:31.414]Wanted to keep up the charade, until the end waltzing together
[03:43.225]Over the hills, under the sea,
[03:45.234]Fighting the will, whole Universe
[03:47.101]Why does a man driving a hearse
[03:48.789]Live in fear, Gift and a Curse
[03:50.470]Taking 'em out, taking 'em all,
[03:52.237]Shooting the wall, over and out
[03:54.204]When nothing moves, all's well,
[03:56.025]A decision he can find a way to live with
[03:57.983]...and dried up flowers are so beautiful.
[04:01.518]And it applies to all things living, and dead.
[04:03.707]For that I serve my time... in my suite in Hell.
[04:29.827]"Now I ring the bell to tell the world,
[04:33.557]I'm ready when they bring out the soon to be dead against the wall ..."
[04:37.669]oo-oo-ooo
[04:40.137]This necessary evil has no heart
[04:46.912]Flowers and people he will now enlace
[04:50.548]A price he must pay serving a cold
[04:53.353]...whatevergod.