Fates Warning

in shadows
Replaying a thousand regrets

Can you hear me
Am I getting through?
A million miles away
Or here beside you?

Drifting in and out
His heart never forgets
Lying in shadows
Replaying a thousand regrets

And the minutes just pass
As the hours change
And the shifting sands
Slowly rearrange

Drifting in and out
His mind never rests
Lying in shadows
Replaying a thousand regrets

[Part III]

There's a cloud above us
And there's a shadow on us
And outside of us
Hangs this shade of gray

Rain falling
Hours crawling
All around this shade of gray

There's a chill about us
And there's a sadness with us
And deep within us
Lies this shade of gray

Rain falling
Hours crawling
All around this shade of gray
This shade of gray
"rain's falling, hours crawling"
This shade of gray
"rain's falling, hours crawling"

There's a space beside us
And there's miles between us
And all around us
Grows this shade of gray

Rain falling
Hours crawling
All around this shade of gray

Rain falling
Hours crawling
All around this shade of gray
This shade of gray
"rain's falling, hours crawling"
This shade of gray
"rain's falling, hours crawling"

[Part IV]

Listen
Only us breathing
And the rain keeping time
Dividing the silence
In a distant thunder

Listen
Only hearts beating
And the rain keeping time
Measuring out the minutes
And taking us under

[Part V]

Murdered in munich
Crucified in rome
Was killing time
On the long road home

Let nothing bleed into nothing
And did nothing
Let nothing bleed into nothing
And did nothing at all

Withered in winter
Wished away the night
Was out of mind
While out of sight

Let nothing bleed into nothing
And did nothing
Let nothing bleed into nothing
And did nothing at all

Let nothing bleed into nothing
And did nothing
Let nothing bleed into nothing
And did nothing at all

Watched the days just pass
As the seasons changed
And the shifting sands
Slowly rearranged

But I will not eulogize
I won't apologize
I will not defend
Anymore, anymore
I will not dramatize
I won't soliloquize
I will not pretend
Anymore, anymore

[Part VI]

I know that I don't know you
And you couldn't know me
But time and space collided
And here we are, here we are

I know that you don't understand
And I can't explain
But circumstance conspired
And here we are, here we are

"the time is four nineteen..."
"time flies..."
"???"
"the answer is no..."

And I know we can't turn back all the years
Time reflected in a shade of gray
But I often wonder what could have been
And I still hold on to yesterday

And I know we're not children any more
Innocence lost in a sea of gray
But I often wonder what else could be
And I still dream of running away

So where do we begin
And what else can we say?
When the lines are all drawn
What should we do today?

[Part VII]

Stare from the darkness
Hear the silence call?
Devise divisions, delay decisions,
Watch the hours crawl and...

Let nothing bleed into nothing
And do nothing?
Let nothing bleed into nothing
And do nothing at all?

Recite soliloquies
To shadows on the wall?
Revise revisions, reverse decisions
Watch our heros fall and...

Let nothing bleed into nothing
And do nothing?
Let nothing bleed into nothing
And do nothing at all?

"I want you to do me a favor..."
"I want you to get a gun...and just shoot me! shoot me!"

Let nothing bleed into nothing
And do nothing?
Let nothing bleed into nothing
And do nothing at all?

Let nothing bleed into nothing
And do nothing?
Let nothing bleed into nothing
And do nothing at all?

[Part VIII]

[Instrumental]

[Part IX]

Stayed up late last night
Lying here in bed
Looking for words
To say the things I left unsaid
Wind at my window
Whispers to me instead
And I lie alone
Writing letters in my head

Where you are, I am
Through nights that never end
Where you are, I am
In words I'll never send

Walked alone last night
Cold streets of could be anywhere
Looking for words
To share the thoughts I could not share
Road at my heels
Takes me away instead
And I walk alone
Writing letters in my head

Where you are, I am
Through streets that never end
Where you are, I am
In words I'll never send

Where you are, I am
Through nights that never end
Where you are, I am
In words I'll never send
Never, never send

Stayed up late last night
Lying here in bed
Still looking for words
Still writing letters in my head

[Part X]

[Instrumental]

[Part XI]

Do you think that I, that I remember
Do you think that I, that I recall
When you were falling
And I just watched it all?

Do you think that I, that I remember
Do you think that I, that I recall
When you were breaking
And I just let the pieces fall?

Don't you think that I remember
Don't you think that I recall
When you were alone, oh all alone
And I didn't hear, hear your call?
Call... hear your call, hear your call, hear your call...

[Part XII]

This shade of gray
This certain sadness
This cold morning light
And this silent madness
It hangs in the air
It hangs like a memory
It hangs like a cloud
It hangs on desperately
Between dark and light
Between was and be
Between young and old
Between you and me
Between you and me

I remember cities
And I remember rain
Like the sound of your voice, falling
These memories and more remain
I remember winter
And I remember strain
Like the sound of your voice, breaking
These memories and more remain
I remember the nights
And I remember pain
Like the sound of your voice, alone
These memories and more remain

So where do we begin
And what else can we say?
When the lines are all drawn
What should we do today?

Close our eyes awhile
As morning shadows play
And listen to the rain
Wash the long night away
Face to face we'll awake
To see another day
And with hope in our hearts
Embrace this shade of gray
This pleasant shade of gray


The Ivory Gate Of Dreams
The Ivory Gate Of Dreams Part I: Innocence
I. INNOCENCE

(Instrumental)

II. COLD DAZE

The coldness of confusion
hangs in the morning air as
Brazen bells ring reality
To announce the conqueror dawn

Removed from nights fleeting trance
Plunged headlong into cold days
Where in a circle we wander
The barren wastes of our pasts.

III. DAYLIGHT DREAMERS

Daylight dreamers awaken on
Deserts of desperation
Lonely lives learn to live on
Islands of isolation.
Surrounded by violent oceans
of hate and hopeless sorrows
Daylight dreamers envision
tranquil seas in safe tomorrows.

Dreaming through the darkened day
Along tempest torn strands
Desperately grasping the grains
of hope that flit through our hands
As they fall we tighten our hold
While the waves claim the final few
taken without ceremony
They drift out of view.

Washed away with the tides of time
Slipped through our fingers as dreams do.

IV. Quietus

From sleeping visions
Daily were torn
In waking hours
Hopes our forlorn.
Is all we do and all we dream
doomed to drown in a hopeless stream?

Wishing life were made of lasting visions
in eternal sleep
And if that rest were filled with sorrow
still we'd sleep.

In the madness of a silent eternity
We'd find solace in
False visions that protect us
from reality.

Enter ivory gates through midnight skies
Daylight dreamers in private parades
Perform before perpetual dawn
As dusk engulfs the gate of horn.

Ivory towers appear beyond the gate
Invisible fortresses of escape
Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears
Impervious to reality.

V. Ivory Tower

Behind sullen doors
Untouched within
Sale from summer storms
and winter winds
Relentless tempests
Can weaken walls
Towers falter when
reality calls.

Untouchable by all without
Lost in the silken web youth may weave
Tangled threads seem a stronghold
But illusions can deceive
A cold daze plagues the air
Driven by aging winds
The walls give way to the rush
and let reality.

VI. Whispers on the wind

Misty morning on windswept plain
Embers of a fortress all that remain.

The seeds of life that burned within
have flown like whispers on the wind.
From the sleepers world
I look toward darkening skys.
Through the violet haze of summer storms
The sun leaves tired eyes.

VII. Acquiescence

Betrayed by innocence
Deceived by delusions
Plagiarized promises
Pale into empty hopes.

Ivory towers bow down
In reverence to daylight
As dreamers awaken
In sleepers somber shade.

Ocean Waves shift leaving
only memories.
Final traces of hope
are swallowed in the deep.

Despair sends a certain calm
A vague sense of relief
released from all our longings
Silently we'll sleep.

Hope leads to quiet desperation
When reality obscures the dream
Makes the mind a grave of memories
That wander like the lonely breeze
Whose whispers echo through ruins rust
of towers torn and dreams turned to dust.

VIII. Retrospect

(Instrumental)


[close]


The Eleventh Hour
I know it's getting late
but I feel I need to explain
all the laughter and the lies
can't stay the fear or hide the pain

somewhere along the way
we exchanged our dreams for selfish pride
there was a common goal
but somehow that vision has died

is it so hard to understand
the facts that YOU ignore
we've grown so tired of trying
wasting our time criticizing
and nothing's easy anymore
nothing's easy anymore

is it too late to understand
the writing that's on the walls
while we watch time slip through our hands
we're deaf to our own demands
when the eleventh hour calls
the eleventh hour calls

and nothing's easy anymore
when the eleventh hour calls
the eleventh hour calls

I know it's getting late
but I feel I need to explain



Point Of View
looking out on a familiar scene
there's no agreement in what we see
your perception lacks clarify
and my perspective is blinding me

side by side
divided they stand

parallel lives running parallel with YOU
to the point where our horizons divide
my opinion is just a point of view
and your position is the other side

caught up in our convictions we forget
how our senses distort things we see
we can't accept our differences
but we can always disagree

side by side
divided they stand

parallel lives running parallel with YOU
to the point where our horizons divide
my opinion is just a point of view
and your position is the other side

where I stand is not so far from YOU
a different opinion is just another point of view

parallel lives running parallel with YOU
to the point where our horizons divide
my opinion is just a point of view
and your position is the other side

parallel lives running parallel with YOU
to the point where our horizons divide
my opinion is just a point of view
and your position is the other side

parallel lives running parallel with YOU
to the point where our horizons divide
my opinion is just a point of view
and your position is the other side



Point Of View
looking out on a familiar scene
there's no agreement in what we see
your perception lacks clarify
and my perspective is blinding me

side by side
divided they stand

parallel lives running parallel with YOU
to the point where our horizons divide
my opinion is just a point of view
and your position is the other side

caught up in our convictions we forget
how our senses distort things we see
we can't accept our differences
but we can always disagree

side by side
divided they stand

parallel lives running parallel with YOU
to the point where our horizons divide
my opinion is just a point of view
and your position is the other side

where I stand is not so far from YOU
a different opinion is just another point of view

parallel lives running parallel with YOU
to the point where our horizons divide
my opinion is just a point of view
and your position is the other side

parallel lives running parallel with YOU
to the point where our horizons divide
my opinion is just a point of view
and your position is the other side

parallel lives running parallel with YOU
to the point where our horizons divide
my opinion is just a point of view
and your position is the other side



Monument
there's a blind desire there's a drive
there's a need to leave some lasting feat
something to hold, something to keep
a monument to complete

there's a written page there's a book
there's a search for something to say
something to share, something to speak
a monument to convey

is it fiction, is it confession
is it passion or just a profession
is it performance, is it expression
is it passion or just an obsession

there's a photograph there's a frame
there's a time, a moment to confine
something to save, something to see
a monument to enshrine

is it performance, is it expression
is it passion or just a profession
is it fiction, is it confession
is it passion or just an obsession

there's an empty room there's a blank page
there's a picture left incomplete
something is lost, something remains
a monument to defeat

is it fiction, is it confession
is it passion or just a profession
is it performance, is it expression
is it passion or just an obsession



At Fate's Hands
Ours is the cry of the helpless, told
in the timeless truth of the written word.

Trapped by the tempest of the blind
our muted calls can't be heard.

Helpless as we stand
amidst the push of thoughtless hands.

We are adrift without direction
in a raging storm on a calm sea.
Clinging to our expectations
to stem the tide of destiny.

Helpless as we fall
beneath the crush of waters walls.



Prelude To Ruin
Look to sunrise man tell me what you see
The eagle has flown underground abandoned
You abonded me
Fifty two falling stars are burning up the sky
Blazing torch falls to the ocean bottom where
black predictions lie
have you faith in scripture visions of kings
Reaper of reality your destiny the sisters sing
Vultures scavenge the subsconsious of your
mind
Their ally is time for you to fall and yield
Your mind to the cynic

They should be held so high and not looked
down upon
They are the root of the country. The roots
so firm and tranquil, when will the spirits be
welcomed, listen the music is heard again.
When there are lofty high roof tops carved
walls and yielding crops
When the palace is wild for lusting. When
the forest if wild for hunting. Existance
of anyone thing has never been but the
prelude to ruin

Wars and temper tantrums are the make-
shifts of ignorance
Regrets illuminate to late. Depth beyond sin
is fathomed
Wandering through the devils field sowing
his seed

Guardian angel guide us through the night
we compel
His long constant fight. the moerea they call
your destiny the sisters all of three.
Clotho she spun the web to live the
thread so tentative. Lachesis she measured
out the years. Atropos cuts the thread
with her shears.

Time Time Time an imaginary line mine not
yours nor yours mine
They lead the blind back to mothers womb
tomb of the unborn child
Coming events cast their shadows before
wintery wind the eye of the storm witness
the past the future
Holds more prelude to ruin



We Only Say Goodbye
today was the end of a dream
as I watched your shadow disappear
another moment for the memory
as we lose another year

thought I heard You call my name
but YOU only said goodbye

always somewhere we only say goodbye
going nowhere
we only say goodbye
there's never time to say
all the things we need to say
when it's too late
we can only say goodbye

tonight I felt your presence again
as we shared the sorrow we've always known
but I heard the distance in your voice
and I knew I was alone

tried to tell YOU my deepest thoughts
but I only said goodbye

always somewhere we only say goodbye
going nowhere
we only say goodbye
there's never time to say
all the things we need to say
when it's too late
we can only say goodbye

across the miles
both of us reaching we try
but it's so hard to touch
when we only say goodbye

always somewhere
we only say goodbye
going nowhere
we only say goodbye
there's never time to say
all the things we need to say
when it's too late
we can only say goodbye

always somewhere
we only say goodbye
going nowhere
we only say goodbye
there's never time to say
all the things we need to say...