Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound.
Counting form through rhythm electric freedomMoves to counter-balance stars expound our conscienceAll to know and seeThe look in your eyes!!!
Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene.
New encounters spark a true fruitionGuiding lines we touch themOur bodies balance out the wavesAs we accelerate our daysTo the look in your eyes!!!
From the moment I reached out to holdI felt a sound...
And what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds.
And to know that tempo will continue lost in trance of dances.
As is my want I only reach.
To look in your eyes.
Cha Cha Cha Cha ChaCha Cha Cha Cha ChaCha Cha Cha Cha Cha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Da-da DAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
I remember only yesterday
Seems like not so long ago
Moving sideways on a shifting stage
Don't know where time seems to go
I watch myself turn away
All in a memory
Rewinding just a single page
Now it's all coming back to me...
There's a young man in an endless dream
Projecting through a world of sound
Fingers fly and then a silent scream
Always high above the ground
I'm living - this momentThrough all the years!
Illusion - in my mindWashing out the fears!
One day I'll be far from hereA star beyond tomorrow...
And distance beyond this sphereWill lead me on!
'all hands on deck, we've run afloat!' i heard the captain cry.
'explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!'
Across the straits, around the horn: how far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive.
We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die.
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye.
Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call.
A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all.
We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore!
The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy!
Now many moons and many junes have passed since we made land!
A salty dog, this seaman's log: your witness my own hand.
at the bottom of lake
it's a hundred degrees I can't breathe
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim
A movement regained and regarded both the same
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you
Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed
Between the picture of time behind the face of need
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with youOh
Turn round tailorCoins and
Assaulting all the mornings of theCrosses
Interest shownNever know
Presenting one another to the cordTheir fruitless worth
All left dying, rediscovered
Cords are brokenOf the door that turned roundLocked inside
To close the coverThe mother earth
All the interest shownThey won't
To turn one another, to the signHide, hold, they won't
To float your climbWatching all of the worldWatching us go by
And you and I climb over the sea to the valley
And you and I reached out for reasons to call
As a movement regained and regarded both the same
All complete in the side of seeds of life with you
Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme
There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify
Political ends, as sad remains, will die
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter youOoh, ooh
I listened hard but could not see
Life tempo change out and inside me
The preacher trained in all to lose his name
The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same
In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalize
That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laidAs a moment regained and regarded both the sameEmotion revealed as the ocean maidA clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you!!!
And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning
And you and I reach over the sun for the river
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas
Song writers: Chris Squire / Jon Anderson / Steve James Howe / Tony Kaye / William Scott Bruford
Being 'round you is driving me crazy
Watching you run is making me lazy
You're trying to buy a place in my head
Telling me lines I've already read
Speaking my name to try to confuse me
Say it again you're starting to lose me
That's alright, I'm okay
It happens every single day
It's all the same
But I'm not blind
It's all about you
It's all about the things that you're expecting me to be
There's not enough time
And all that you're expecting me to give
It's all about youNotMe
You're building my prison brick by brick
Eating your words is making me sick
You get what you want 'cause nothing is sacred
You're reading my mind and leaving me naked
You say I gotta give before I receive it
One of these days I'll believe it
It's all about youNot meIt's all about the things that you're expecting me to beThere's not enough timeTo liveAnd all that you're expecting me to give
It's all about youNotMeIt's all about youNotMe
That's alright, I'm okayIt happens every single dayIt's all the sameBut I'm not blindIt's all about youNot meIt's all about the things that you're expecting me to beThere's not enough timeTo liveAnd all that you're expecting me to giveIt's all about youNotMeIt's all about youNotMeIt's all about youNotMe
Song writers: Derek G. Sherinian / Desmond Child / John Myung / John Petrucci / John Ro Myung / Michael Portnoy
A single star behind me
A red sky burns ahead
A lonely light below me
Awake among the dead
An overwhelming feeling
Leaves me numband strange
A sense of new beginning
I sense a wind of change
Out with the old useless
People so cold ruthless welcome
In a new millennium
How many times must i
Live out this nightmare i
Can't wait until a new millennium
I've got this feeling
The tide is turning now baby
Funny feeling everything's gonna be alright now
Living out a constant deja vu
Keep your head up
Please be patient we will get to you
Just have some faith and you can see it
But faith don't pay the rent that's overdue
All that's glittering is turning blue
What they want from me ain't gotta clue
Keep your head upSwallow pride before it swallows you
Keep your head upDon't dare bite the hand that's starving youKeep your head up
How can you keep your head
And not go insane when the only light at the end
Of the tunnel is another train
The lies ten feet tall
Have broken my fall
It's well overdue and i can't wait toWelcome in a new millenniumI've got this feelingThe tide is turning now babyFunny feelingEverything's gonna be alright now
Songwriters: Derek G. Sherinian / John Myung / John Ro Myung / Michael Portnoy
Text for New Millennium © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
A fist will make you understand intention
To raise alarm is underhand, so I cut off the phone
I bind you up with tape and catch some TV
It’s getting late, the shadows in the street are watching us
Check for fibres in the gaps between the teeth, the floorboards
Check the fingerprints, go through the trash
Maybe I just wanted some attention
Compulsion seeks its own way in rejection of the light
Every story needs to have an ending
We might as well give up all this pretending and clear the air
The night is crawling closer to the action
Your mouth is driving me into distraction, you talk too much
Well every story needs to have an endingWe might as well give up all this pretending and clear the air
A plague inside your home, I’m raider
Defiling all you own, raider
A cat among the crows, I’m raider
The butcher and his prose, I’m raider
Songwriter: Steven John Wilson
Lyrics for Raider II © Universal Music Publishing Group
I think it's time that I got off the kitchen floor
But is there really any point at all?
Waking up this morning felt the same
Better sleep while life is so mundane
It could have been yesterday that I locked the door
I blocked the windows up so I can't be sure
Now I haven't even got the will to eat
I'm lame and self-obsessed, that I will concede
I'd like to light a cigarette but I cannot
The lighter's dead and the gas has been cut off
I'm the one you always seem to read about
The fire inside my eyes has long gone out
There's nothing left for me to say or do
'Cause all that matters disappeared when I lost you...
You think I deserve this?
You said I was stupid
All my thoughts are like coal
But Russia on ice is burning a hole
Can't stop myself drinking
Can't stop being me
If I call will you come and will you save me?
I see the whole thing come down
Songwriters: Steven Wilson / Colin Edwin Balch / Richard Barbieri / Chris Maitland
Lyrics for Russia on Ice © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group
I blow it to the ground
Well what the hell did you say?
You said you hate me this way
It's just a matter of time
A drop in the ocean
A significant motion
Nothing melts in this cold
The holy drinker and his curse
In constant serfage to unquenchable thirst
And from his stupor the night gives birth
The devil rises from right out of the earth
With shaking hands and blackened heart,
The glass he pours, this time it's also the last
In rapt communion with himself
The holy drinker is going straight into hell
His coffin was made from a tree
Please hammer a nail in for me
The bottle slipped right through
Plague pits now underground
Take me down... down...
Put me in chains...
Songwriters: Steven John Wilson
Lyrics for The Holy Drinker © Universal Music Publishing Group
I’m a collector, I collect anything I find
I never throw anything away that’s mine
And I’d collect you too if I was given half a chance
And trap you under the glass and add my autograph
I catalogue, I preserve, and I index
And file you into my collectible Rolodex
I keep the rubbish what other people give away
And keep all of the pieces in a metal tray
I’m a collector and I’ve always been misunderstood
I like the things that people always seem to overlook
I gather up and catalog it in a book I wrote
There’s so much now that I forget if I don’t make a note
If I collected you and put you in a little cage
I could take you out and study you every day
It isn’t easy being me, it’s kind of lonely work
Lyrics for Index © Universal Music Publishing Group
A good impression of myself
Not much to conceal
I'm saying nothing
But I'm saying nothing revealed
I simply am not here
No way I should appear happy
Stop whining please
Because of who we are
We react in mock surprise
The curse off, there must be more
So don't breathe here
Don't leave your bags
I simply am not hereNo way I should appear happyStop whining please
The dust in my soul