Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hourglass, artist - Savatage. Album song Return to Wacken (Celebrating the Return on the Stage of One of the World's Greatest Progressive Metal Bands), in the genre Классика метала
Date of issue: 18.06.2015
Record label: Savatage
Song language: English
The Hourglass |
Standing alone by the edge of a river |
He’s traded his life for a glass full of tears |
The bargain was quick for one’s life is less dearer |
When the sand’s running out and the ending is near |
The ending is near |
The ending is near |
The ending is |
The man climbed aboard and set sail for the ocean |
He put on the mast all the canvas she’d take |
Then laid himself down on the deck neath the tiller |
The ship was his coffin this moment his wake |
Runaway reasons |
Runaway seasons |
Time is a treason |
That I give back to you now |
The wind touched the sail and the ship |
Moved the ocean |
The wind from the storm set the course she would take |
From a journey to nowhere towards a soul on the ocean |
From the wake of Magellan to Magellan’s wake |
Runaway reasons |
Runaway seasons |
Everything in it |
Hours and minutes |
You take tomorrow |
Because it means nothing |
To me |
To me |
To |
In the dark he heard a whisper |
Asking him to understand |
In the desert look for water |
On the ocean look for land |
In the dark he heard a whisper |
Asking him to understand |
In the desert look for water |
On the ocean look for land |
And there in the waves |
Was a man in his grave |
That he saw in the night |
'Tween the flashes of light |
And he |
Could not be there |
And all he had prayed |
Or had given away |
He now found to be wrong |
In the grip of the storm |
And he |
Could not be there |
Could you keep our lives together |
Safely back onto the shore |
Could you grant this last illusion |
Only this and nothing more |
Could you keep our lives together |
Safely back onto the shore |
Could you grant this last illusion |
Only this and nothing more |
And all at once the heavens bled their fire |
The anchor broke the chains they flew away |
And suddenly the waves were reaching higher |
And in the dark I thought I heard them say |
Could you keep our lives together |
Safely back onto the shore |
Could you grant this last illusion |
Only this and nothing more |
But what the sailor did not know |
And would never learn |
Was on that beach now far away |
The young child had returned |
And finding the broken hourglass |
He reset it upright |
Then placed sand from the beach inside |
And placed the lid on tight |
Then examining his handiwork |
He left it in the sand |
And then he quickly ran back home |
Thinking god would understand |
Everything I ever had for one more tomorrow |
Everything I ever had for just one more night |
And if this is not to be I pray could I borrow |
Just another final hour onto my life |
Did you ever really want to |
Did you ever really want to |
Lord, tell me how it will be |
Lord, tell me how it will be |
Standing once more by a boat on a river |
He pushes it off while he stays on the land |
And seeing the hourglass now so much clearer |
Which someone had refilled by hand |
And somewhere that boat’s now adrift on the |
Ocean |
The mast at full sail and there’s no one on board |
The hourglass no longer sits by the ocean |
Only his footprints all alone on the shore |
And soon they’re no more |
No more |
No more |
Now our story’s nearly over |
And we’ve reached the final scene |
But we’re sure that some have wondered |
What had happened in-between |
From the moment when the boy was saved |
And their boat had reached the shore |
Well, they talked about life and death |
And perhaps a little more |
The boy said he’d been a stowaway |
Aboard the «maersk dubai» |
When the captain had him thrown to the sea |
And left him there to die |
At this the old sailor had stood up |
His face now filled with rage |
And swore that he would never rest |
Until that captain had been caged |
But the boy implored the sailor |
That he not say a word |
Because he was an illegal immigrant |
And as of recently he’d heard |
That going to the authorities |
Could often be unwise |
When one’s paper were illegal |
The police just might not sympathize |
So when they reached the harbor |
With their journey at an end |
He left the boy on another ship |
Whose captain was a friend |
And when he saw it pull to sea |
And was once more all alone |
He leaned against the tiller |
And turned his ship back home |
Eventually he reached that beach |
He’d left the night before |
Then stepped a last time from the boat |
And waded to the shore |
Then the old man picked the glass up |
That he had left behind |
And headed for the small cafe |
For it was nearly time |
And the ocean watched him leaving |
To find his lady fair |
And as he left he heard her last words |
Drifting in the air |
That every man |
Is born you see |
Beneath the sword |
Damocles |
For young and old |
Are all alive |
On that next beat |
On which we ride |
And that beat is such |
A fragile thing |
In both old men |
Or youthful king |
And that beat |
Stands all alone you see |
Between us |
And black eternity |
And until that time |
When death won’t wait |
Let each man rage |
Against his fate |