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The Last Nail
- wykonawca: Fogelberg Dan
Grand slam
Your moment's at hand
The day holds a costly bargain
Lost lamb
Asking the lion's share
Homespun
A prodigal son
Comes begging a humble pardon
But no one
Rises to hear his prayer...
Lone star
You've wandered so far
And long in the unfamiliar
That now you
Travel a map unknown
Starbright
A constant delight
To those in the dark
And still your
Birthright's
To shine in the night -- alone.
Living in the shadows
Of the things that might
have been
Torn between the blessing
and the curse
You may stop the hunger
But you'll never slake
the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste again...
Nonesuch
Your Midas' touch
Has gilded your heart
And left you
So much
Playing the prince
of clowns
Hell-bent
Empty and spent
Just look what your
gamble's got you
Exile
Far from the sacred grounds...
Living in the shadows
Of the things that might
have been
Torn between the blessing
and the curse
You may stop the hunger
But you'll never slake
the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste again.
Grand slam
Your moment's at hand
The day holds a costly bargain
Lost lamb
Asking the lion's share.
Grand slam
Your moment's at hand
The day holds a costly bargain
Lost lamb
Asking the lion's share
Homespun
A prodigal son
Comes begging a humble pardon
But no one
Rises to hear his prayer...
Lone star
You've wandered so far
And long in the unfamiliar
That now you
Travel a map unknown
Starbright
A constant delight
To those in the dark
And still your
Birthright's
To shine in the night -- alone.
Living in the shadows
Of the things that might
have been
Torn between the blessing
and the curse
You may stop the hunger
But you'll never slake
the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste again...
Nonesuch
Your Midas' touch
Has gilded your heart
And left you
So much
Playing the prince
of clowns
Hell-bent
Empty and spent
Just look what your
gamble's got you
Exile
Far from the sacred grounds...
Living in the shadows
Of the things that might
have been
Torn between the blessing
and the curse
You may stop the hunger
But you'll never slake
the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste again.
Grand slam
Your moment's at hand
The day holds a costly bargain
Lost lamb
Asking the lion's share.