Gravenimage (Sonata Arctica)

We met that night, when the sea ran high. And I craved for more of that near-love experience. Those who the music hath then joined together, are now put asunder.... Remember me, when I lit the fire. To keep us warm. On a cold winter morning. Now I pass through the moment. Can I still recognize a beautiful melody... I play a note, but hear no sound. Have I lost my love or the wings I found. When I was young,,, ...and eager to please anyone who had time... Needed to sing, the very notes I heard. Had to stay in the shadows and seek for the loneliness. Nevertheless, the price was higher than I had realized. I was to live alone, ready to make the sacrifice. Was I in love with you... My old heart, little harder again. Once the light goes out, everything ends. It is time...ready to cause a scene, ready to make the sacrifice. Ready to play the note, ready to end the final show. The only thing I know. The pain is here. To stay I fear. In my eyes. I can change one note and make you cry. In this state of mind. Silence is a crime. How can life be so feigned and cold. I've answered the call of every melody, lovingly. Did I find the answers to all my questions. Or a gravenimage of me... If I found the hidden fountain. Drank the wisdom from its deep. Would I have the time to save me. Would I have them both to keep.