fall into the night The flashbacks, the pictures The letters and songs The memories, the heart That you carved on the wall It's a shame, now that nothing
diamonds Sink like grave Atlantis into Dreams of other days they fade away Monuments to crippled madness Puppets dangle in the treetops The cold magician carves his voice in stone
's like nothings there Completely numb from outside in am I even here, have I ever been Should I be lying somewhere as cold as I can be With my named carved
[inaudible] We're moving on to where we don't know After the end of eternity We'll be gone and nothing will show Maybe a name that is carved in stone
raids Fully aware of my calling for death I left that place and made well south The deserts here were full of the sounds Of nothing short of the planet
to be with you there was nothing left to chance It must be written on a block of stone Buried by sand in an ancient land Carved upon the side of the
driving the clouds carving mournful verses to stone the sky leads the weary roamer astray struck down by the white nothingness thus curse the giants of stone
souls just can't reach nothing, for I refuse love to set my life... the pillars of my faith are made of a stone which some call heart now, yester,
brother with his bike And he's got Guthrie running in his bones He's the hobo kid who's left his home And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
death be done The pen is as mighty as the sword, sticks or stones, your end would be cast in stone, by either one... [Lead - Mike] Tenderly thanatographical
together While the night slides past We can do what we wanna do Roll away that book of rules We'll make our own Hey nothing's carved in stone What do
begin to feel Is it way, way too much? Have you lost your sense of purpose And who can stand alone There's no more circus here There's nothing carved in stone
mind What would he need love indeed Love is the greatest of all of these Fred had hope carved in stone Beyond what's seen, beyond what's known Nothing
, to gods born from clay Praying, to images carved to stone Bowing, though sins are not atoned Hearing, only silence through your cries Seeing, nothing
In your face written in, carved in stone Here comes that feeling once again Pop the lid, down we go Falling fast though the undertow Missing link crossing
sleeping, nothingness stacked Intestines worn to shield the inward limbs Screams unheard, deafening thoughts Levitating ground, the solid water burns Liquid stone
the moon Standing in line for what used to be mine What use is the rhyme with no tune People say to me, it's best that we've parted And nothing is carved out in stone
? It's done by the hands of a broken artist You painted black where my naked heart is I finally know what wrong is Now, I finally know that you bleed for nothing Carved like a stone
