Haunted

Between the whispers a lonely candle flickers,
and it slowly fades into its grave.
And as if knowing, enchantment slowly runs her fingers
down my spine, a jagged line.

Who waits for me,
now who waits for me?
Who waits so long, so long, so long?

And shall I wait, for dawn won't come,
or shall I sink into myself?

All is disquiet, a dark assassin spirit
draws back from the room.
Time folds in two,
I've vexed him surely.
I'm ravaged by my need for light,
it's all I feel all I see.
I live and breathe, and cry and die for love.

And shall I cast composure down,
and shall I wait forevermore?
I hear so sorrowful a sound.
Maybe in time I'll fly away
and trade these wings in for a life.

A life where I am stronger and
a place where there's no sleepless nights
or moonlit arches cover me.
These paintings and these statues stare,
chastised and imprisoned here alone under your stairs.

So was it all worth it
to sing out my song and to scream?
I had the fire,
the passion and will,
my dedication mistaken for disloyalty.
I'm lost in the heavens,
statue in time,
like ghosts in a prison
and come undone.

And all those living out their lives in company of riders,
silent and deliberate as they're counting out their coin.
I just can't relinquish my opinion that I'm so much different,
insolent, their sins have drug them down into the deep
The deep
The deep

The race not to the swift,
the prize: she just never fell right to the brave
A long, long time ago, and somewhere lost in all the rage,
I was just a brush stroke away.
And the wind has caught the sails,
no one who's ever knelt here before
has stopped to count up the cost.
They're gone, gone, lost in time.
Can love be so indulgent that it blinds you to your faith?

And in the end the weight is all but lifted off,
the stars continue on their course.
And you fall away,
fall away and it all comes around.
Another good man goes down.
He floods away.

Sorrow cannot bind me like the common thief.
I'll come out and I'll shine
just like a caustic ray of light.

All of the raised here the choirs alive,
it's just a matter of words spoke
out over the river of time.

Gone off to war or gone off to hate,
you see me brandish the torch and
the sword of your fate is real.

I walk alone through the spiritless void,
all account of my love,
oh my sweet flowing love,
lost in vain.
On and on...and on and on.