Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paragons Of Innocence, artist - Savatage.
Date of issue: 20.05.2010
Song language: English
Paragons Of Innocence |
Into day |
Into I don’t know you anymore |
But I stand |
Where you say |
Thinking all the time you planned it |
You’ve been gone away too long |
Leaving us to carry on |
Though in truth you never tried |
Just stepped back and watched the slide |
Paragons of innocence |
Questioning of your intent |
Never quite sure what you meant |
From the other side |
Moments on the carousel |
Must admit we ride it well |
And the horses never tell |
All throughout the ride |
That no one leaves |
No one leaves |
No one leaves… |
Alive |
Time |
On my hands |
Slips away |
Till I just don’t feel it anymore |
Thinking back |
When I can |
To the time when it began with |
Bits of dreams all in a line |
And somehow we missed the signs |
That it all was never real |
And in truth a fatal deal |
Paragons of innocence |
Questioning of your intent |
Never quite sure what you meant |
From the other side |
Moments on the carousel |
Must admit we ride it well |
And the horses never tell |
All throughout the ride |
No one leaves |
No one leaves |
No one leaves… |
Alive |
There always comes a time |
When you do what you want to do |
You know you shouldn’t do it |
But you do it anyway |
And when he had that time |
When he knew what he wanted to |
He quickly placed his order |
Though he never thought he’d pay |
But the lines turned to lies |
And the lies turned to tangles |
And you’re pale as a cadaver |
Though you think it doesn’t show |
So you live with the lies |
And the friends that it gathers |
But somewhere in your heart you know you |
Got to let it |
Got to let it |
Go |
Paragons of innocence |
Questioning of your intent |
Never quite sure what you meant |
From the other side |
Moments on the carousel |
Must admit we ride it well |
And the horses never tell |
All throughout the ride |
No one leaves |
No one leaves |
No one leaves… |
Alive |
Then the sailor picked a coat up |
That had been laying there |
And placed it over the body |
And then he said a little prayer |
And the ocean brought in on a wave |
An old waterlogged wreath |
And pushed it up along the sand |
Till it touched the dead man’s feet |
And written on that wreath |
In letters of gold foil |
Was the name veronica guerin |
But the letters were bent and soiled |
The sailor said I see these flowers |
That you so kindly gave |
Are obviously from far away |
And from another’s grave |
And I cannot help but to think |
The sailor gently said |
That it’s unwise in god eyes |
To steal flowers from the dead |
The ocean said please trust me friend |
This gift will cause no pain |
And the person to whom they once belonged |
Would surely say the same |
You see this wreath was from the funeral |
Of a woman who showed no fear |
Of men who lived in mansions |
Bought with other people’s tears |
Of men who lived in mansions |
Bought with bits of others lives |
Who at night still hugged their children |
And brought gifts home to their wives |
With money made from heroin |
And packets of cocaine |
And if a buyer overdosed |
They never felt the pain |
There were many flowers at her funeral |
But none for this boy I fear |
So the wind has blown this wreath to me |
And I have brought it here |
She gave her life to stop the spread |
Of drugs among her kind |
And if we leave these flowers for this boy |
I’m sure she wouldn’t mind |