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 Nightwish
 Song Of  lyrics
 [1.  A Dusty Bookshelf]
 
 [2.  That Great Heart Lying Still]
 
  nightingale is still locked in the cage
 The deep  I took still poisons my lungs
 An old oak sheltering me from the 
 Sun bathing on  dead frozen leaves
 
 A  in the ghost town of my heart
 She dreams of storytime  the river ghosts
 Of mermaids, of  and the rude
 Raving  gigantic toys
 
  song of mea song in need
 Of  courageous symphony
  verse of mea verse in need
 Of  ppure-heart singing me to peace
 
 All that great heart lying  and slowly dying
 All that great heart lying still  an angelwing
 
 All that  heart lying still
 In silent suffering
 Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an 
 What  left for encore
 Is  same old dead boy's song
 Sung in silence
 All  great heart lying still and slowly dying
 All that great heart lying  on an angelwing
 
 A midnight  into Covington Woods
 A princess and  panther by m side
 These are Territories I live 
 I'd  give mt everything to love you more
 
 [3. Piano Black]
 
 A silent symphony
  hollow opus #1, 2, 3
 
 Sometimes the sky is piano 
  black over cleansing waters
 
  pipes, verse of bore
  keys without a door
 
 Sometimes  within is piano black
 Piano black  cleansing waters
 
 All  great heart lying still and slowly dying
 All  great heart lying still on an angelwing
 
 [4. Love]
 
 I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy 
 With a begging bowl  his shaking hand.
 Trying  smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
  do, but walk by.
 
 An old man gets naked  kisses a model-doll in his attic
 It's half-light  he's in tears.
 When he finally comes his  are cascading.
 
 I see a  dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
 All pride  left his wild eyes.
 I wish I had my  to spare.
 
 A mother visits her son,  to him through the bars.
 She's  loved him more.
 
 An  girl enters an elevator with me.
 All dressed  fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
  sweeet perfume deafens me.
  going to dinner alone.
 That  her even more beautiful.
 
 I see a model's face on  brick wall.
  statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
 A  that worships flesh.
 
  1st thing I ever heard was a wandering
 Man  his story
 It was you, the grass under my  feet
 The campfire in the dead of 
 The heavenly black of sky and 
 
 It was us
 Roaming the rainy roads, combing the  beaches
 Waking up to a new gallery of  every morn
 Bathing in places no-one's seen 
 Shipwrecked on some  island
 Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest 
 
 Beyond all  we are, swinging in the breath of nature
 In early air of the dawn of 
  sight to silence the heavens
 
 I want  travel where life travels,
 Following  permanent lead
 Where the air tastes like snow 
 Where grass  like fresh-born Eden
 I would  no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
 I would bathe in  world of sensation
 Love, goodness and 
  violated and imprisoned by technology)
 
 The thought of  family's graves was the only moment
 I  to experience true love
  love remains infintie,
 As I'll never  the man my father is
 
 How can you  be yourself"
  you don't know who you are?
 Stop saying "I know how you 
 How could anyone know  another feels?
 
  am I to judge a priest, beggar,
 Whore, politician, wrongdoer?
 I  you are, all of them already
 
  child, stop working, go play
 Forget every rule
  no fear in a dream
 
 "Is  a village inside this snowflake?"
 -  child asked me
 "What's the colour of our 
 
 I've never been so close to truth  then
 I touched it's silver 
 
 Death is the winner in any 
 Nothing  in dying for your religion
 For your country
 For ideology, for 
 For  man, yes
 
 Paper is dead  words
 Ink idle  a poem
 All  world dead without stories
  love and disarming beauty
 
 Careless realism  souls
 
 Ever seen the  smile?
 Allt he care for the  made Beautiful a sad man?
 Why do we  carry a device of torture around our necks?
 Oh, how rotten your  is
 All you bible-black fools living over  ground
 
 I see all  empty cradles and wonder
 If man  never change
 
 I, too, wish  be a decent manboy but all I am
 Is  and mirrors
 Still given everything, may I  deserving
 
 And there  remains the change from G to E minor