The Theft of Time.
ballade, instrumental, cello, solo, vocal singing, high notes, C minor, D minor changing tempo, orchestra, heartfelt, largo, andante, drumbeat, 12-string lute, male
The Theft of Time.
ballade, instrumental, cello, solo, vocal singing, high notes, C minor, D minor changing tempo, orchestra, heartfelt, largo, andante, drumbeat, 12-string lute, male
Lyrics
Verse 1
The Saint in the mountain is binding her wrist,
With a prayer made of iron and a tongue made of mist.
She asks for a savior, she asks for a sign,
While she trades all her marrow for a cup of red wine.
And the Knight in the forest is eating the dark,
Carving the humanity out of his bark.
He says, "Love is a furnace, and I am the coal,"
But he’s just digging a grave... in the shape of a soul.
Chorus
Oh, the rain falls down, and the rain falls up,
And the god doesn't care who is holding the cup.
They have eyes made of diamond, and eyes made of stone,
But they sit in the silence and leave us alone.
So don't look for the pattern, and don't look for the thread,
Just drink while you’re living...
You’ll be sober when you’re dead.
Verse 2
I saw the Archmagi dissecting a star,
Putting the universe inside a jar.
He bleeds from the nose and he shakes in the hand,
Buying a kingdom with a pocket of sand.
And the girl in the market, with the scar on her tail,
She’s singing a song that is doomed to fail.
She doesn't want magic, she doesn't want power,
She just wants the clock... to forget for an hour.
Bridge
We build rails through the jungle, we build walls in the ice,
We roll the bones, but we don't own the dice.
The Serpent is rotting, the Angel is pinned,
And we are just leaves... in a very cold wind.
Destiny is a word that the powerful sell,
To make you feel grateful for living in Hell.
Interlude
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Verse 3
So here is the secret, the rune and the rhyme,
The only thing real is the theft of the time.
It’s the heat of the fire, the taste of the bread,
The sound of a lover asleep in your bed.
The point isn't glory, the point isn't light,
It’s keeping the candle alive in the night.
We are mud that can whisper, we are ash that can feel,
And that is the only magic... that is real.
Chorus
Oh, the rain falls down, and the rain falls up,
And the god doesn't care who is holding the cup.
They have eyes made of diamond, and eyes made of stone,
But they sit in the silence and leave us alone.
So don't look for the pattern, and don't look for the thread,
Just drink while you’re living...
Outro
Drink while you're living.
Breathe while you're breaking.
The sky isn't watching.
The sky isn't waiting.
It's just...
Rain.