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 Nightwish
 Song  Myself lyrics
 [1. From A Dusty 
 
 [2. All That  Heart Lying Still]
 
 The nightingale is still locked in  cage
 The deep breath I took  poisons my lungs
 An old oak  me from the blue
 Sun bathing on it's dead  leaves
 
 A catnap  the ghost town of my heart
 She dreams of storytime and the river 
 Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the 
 Raving harlequins, gigantic 
 
 A song of  song in need
 Of  courageous symphony
 A verse of mea verse  need
 Of a ppure-heart singing  to peace
 
 All that great heart lying still  slowly dying
 All that great heart lying  on an angelwing
 
 All that great heart lying 
 In silent suffering
 Smiling like  clown until the show has come to an end
 What is  for encore
 Is the same old dead  song
 Sung in silence
 All that great heart lying still and  dying
 All that great heart lying still on  angelwing
 
  midnight flight into Covington Woods
 A princess and  panther by m side
 These are  I live for
  still give mt everything to love you more
 
 [3. Piano Black]
 
 A silent symphony
 A hollow opus #1,  3
 
 Sometimes the sky is piano 
 Piano black over cleansing 
 
 Resting pipes, verse  bore
 Rusting keys  a door
 
  the within is piano black
  black over cleansing waters
 
 All that  heart lying still and slowly dying
  that great heart lying still on an angelwing
 
 [4. Love]
 
 I see a slow, simple youngster by a  street,
 With a begging bowl  his shaking hand.
  to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
 I do, but walk 
 
 An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his 
 It's  and he's in tears.
 When  finally comes his eyes are cascading.
 
 I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He  to bite me.
  pride has left his wild eyes.
 I wish I had  leg to spare.
 
 A mother visits her son,  to him through the bars.
  never loved him more.
 
 An obese  enters an elevator with me.
 All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on  neck.
 Terribly sweeet perfume  me.
 She's going  dinner alone.
 That  her even more beautiful.
 
 I see  model's face on a brick wall.
  statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
 A  that worships flesh.
 
 The 1st thing I ever heard was  wandering
 Man  his story
 It was  the grass under my bare feet
 The  in the dead of night
 The heavenly black of sky and 
 
 It was us
 Roaming the  roads, combing the guilded beaches
 Waking up to a new gallery  wonders every morn
 Bathing  places no-one's seen before
  on some matt-painted island
 Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest 
 
 Beyond all  we are, swinging in the breath of nature
 In  air of the dawn of life
 A sight to  the heavens
 
  want to travel where life travels,
 Following it's permanent 
 Where the air tastes  snow music
 Where grass smells like  Eden
 I would pass no man, no stranger,  tragedy or rapture
 I would bathe in a  of sensation
 Love, goodness and 
  violated and imprisoned by technology)
 
 The thought  my family's graves was the only moment
 I used to experience true 
 That love  infintie,
 As  never be the man my father is
 
 How  you "just be yourself"
 When you  know who you are?
 Stop saying "I know  you feel"
 How could anyone know how another 
 
 Who am I to judge a priest, 
 Whore, politician, wrongdoer?
 I am, you are,  of them already
 
 Dear child, stop working, go 
 Forget every rule
  no fear in a dream
 
 "Is there a village inside  snowflake?"
 - a child asked 
 "What's  colour of our lullaby?"
 
  never been so close to truth as then
  touched it's silver lining
 
 Death is the winner  any war
  noble in dying for your religion
 For your country
 For ideology,  faith
  another man, yes
 
 Paper is dead without 
 Ink idle without  poem
  the world dead without stories
 Without love and disarming 
 
 Careless realism costs 
 
 Ever  the Lord smile?
 Allt he care for the world made Beautiful a  man?
 Why do we still carry a device  torture around our necks?
  how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
  you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground
 
 I see all those empty cradles and 
 If  will never change
 
 I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but  I am
 Is smoke  mirrors
 Still given  may I be deserving
 
 And  forever remains the change from G to E minor