Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Caleb, artist - Sonata Arctica. Date of issue: 24.05.2007
Song language: English
Caleb |
| «There is a man in this world |
| Who has never smiled |
| You may know his tragedy |
| The later years, by heart |
| In the beginning |
| There was a mother, father and a child |
| A troubled little silent boy |
| Whose life they were to destroy |
| Known to us from this day |
| On like his father, Caleb.» |
| His mother came up with such a clever way to save the day with a little white |
| lie |
| He thinks he missed the point back then, but now he’s grown to understand it, |
| in a way |
| «Father said „I'm sorry“ only once, as I remember» |
| «The words weren’t meant to hurt, only destroy you, my stupid son…» |
| One person can make a difference, sometimes… |
| Just turn his head when the kid is still and has a weak neck |
| Smiled at his funeral, «happy you’re dead.» |
| All his solutions, it seemed, were only problems in disguise |
| Glueing on his drinkin' face, got ready to erase another day… |
| Mother was yet confident, although they had it tight, taught her son |
| At the end of every tunnel’s a little light |
| It wasn’t a lie, it was her hope, that everything would be fine one day |
| «He can fulfill his every dream, I’m happy as long as he’s not.» |
| «I hate it and fear can’t face it |
| The child is not right, he’s my greatest shame» |
| Go out, create thunder, and stand right under |
| That old apple tree |
| Where dead snakes let him feed on those |
| Lost hopes, all those kind words could hurt him even more, now |
| Somehow, lost one more way back home |
| Out on the lake, he rows towards a monster he should’ve been running away from, |
| years ago |
| The past had made him blind to the way he’d turned the pain into a way of life |
| Followed his father, tucked him in, Caleb knows the trade |
| He’s the portrait of a man his mother drew to hate forever |
| She was a beast, a deadly saint, wrong in many ways |
| Wanted to keep up the charade, until the end waltzing together |
| Over the hills, under the sea |
| Fighting the will, whole Universe |
| Why does a man driving a hearse |
| Live in fear, Gift and a Curse |
| Taking 'em out, taking 'em all |
| Shooting the wall, over and out |
| When nothing moves, all’s well |
| A decision he can find a way to live with |
| …and dried up flowers are so beautiful |
| And it applies to all things living, and dead |
| For that I serve my time… in my suite in Hell |
| «Now I ring the bell to tell the world |
| I’m ready when they bring out the soon to be dead against the wall …» |
| Oo-oo-ooo |
| This necessary evil has no heart |
| Ooo-oo-ooo |
| Flowers and people he will now enlace |
| A price he must pay serving a cold |
| …whatevergod |