Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Another Way, artist - Savatage.
Date of issue: 20.05.2010
Song language: English
Another Way |
Times were changing |
Eighteen years and fading |
Ain’t a lot of time left to be a star |
On an island |
All alone and dying |
Walk upon the water |
But you won’t get far |
Dreams and visions |
Tied into decisions |
Saw you on a postcard |
From the other side |
Hope and glitter |
Never feeling bitter |
Walk upon the water |
Just to be your bride |
Don’t tell me now |
That there is nothing more |
There is a how |
Just like there is a door |
And if there’s not to be another way |
You tell me why |
Why |
Why |
Stay and follow |
If the words are hollow |
Gotta' go along |
Cause it’s all you got |
Each day earn them |
Turn around and burn them |
Think your fitting in |
But you hope you’re not |
Neatly drowning |
Every drink your downing |
If you drink enough |
You’ll forget the game |
Each illusion |
Wrapped in absolution |
Live your life in weekends |
But it’s not the same |
Don’t tell me now |
That there is nothing more |
There is a how |
Just like there is a door |
And if there’s not to be another way |
You tell me why |
Why |
Why |
Why |
AND AS HE STOOD THERE CURSING FATE |
FOR MAKING LIFE SO HARD |
IT SEEMED THAT FATE HAD LISTENED |
FOR SHE DEALT ANOTHER CARD |
FOR ARRIVING IN THE HARBOUR |
SILHOUETTED AGAINST THE SKY |
WAS A SHIP BOUND FOR AMERICA |
AND HER NAME, «MAERSK DUBAI» |
AND SO WHEN NO ONE ELSE WAS LOOKING |
AND THE SHIP WAS SAFELY MOORED |
HE WAITED FOR HIS MOMENT |
THEN HE QUICKLY SNUCK ON BOARD |
THEN HE FOUND HIMSELF A HIDING PLACE |
BETWEEN TWO CRATES OF IRON WARE |
AND AS FOR DISTANT AMERICA |
IN HIS MIND HE WAS ALREADY THERE |
BUT WHAT HE WAS UNAWARE OF |
AS THEY SAILED AWAY FROM SHORE |
WAS THAT THERE WERE OTHER STOWAWAYS |
AND HE WAS ONE OF FOUR |
AND MEANWHILE THE OLD SAILOR |
HAD WALKED RIGHT PAST THAT PIER |
WHILE STILL CONVERSING WITH THE OCEAN |
ON THE STRENGTHS OF HIS IDEA |
AND AS HE WALKED HE CAME UPON |
A YOUTH HE THOUGHT ASLEEP |
BUT THE OCEAN SAID THAT HE WAS NOT |
AND BRUSHED A WAVE AGAINST HIS FEET |
AND WHEN THE YOUNG MAN DIDN’T STIR |
BUT LAY QUITE STILL INSTEAD |
THE SAILOR TOOK A CLOSER LOOK |
AND SAW THAT HE WAS DEAD |
AND ALL AROUND THE BODY |
WAS SOMETHING HE HAD NEVER SEEN |
LITTLE CELLOPHANE PACKAGES |
MARKED «BLACKJACK GUILLOTINE» |
AND SO HE ASKED THE OCEAN |
WHAT THESE STRANGE PACKETS WERE |
AND SHE ANSWERED THEY HELD THE HEROIN |
THAT IN HIS BLOOD THE YOUTH HAD STIRRED |
AND IT IS CERTAINLY A SIGN |
THAT THINGS HAVE GOTTEN OUT OF HAND |
WHEN ONE CAN PURCHASE ONES OWN DEATH |
AND CHOOSE IT BY THE BRAND |