Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back to a Reason (Part II), artist - Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
Date of issue: 01.11.2004
Song language: English
Back to a Reason (Part II) |
Now that young girl, outside the store |
Was trying to capture snow’s magic |
But each flake melted at her touch |
Which her young mind found quite tragic |
And while chasing an elusive snowflake |
That was determined to reach the ground |
She bumped into the businessman passing by |
And nearly knocked him down |
And thinking she was in trouble |
The child quickly apologized |
But the man was not accepting it |
She could see it in his eyes |
She explained she had been looking in the toy shop |
That tomorrow would be christmas day |
But the man muttered words she could not understand |
So she searched for something else she could say |
«do you have any children?"the child asked the man |
«no,"was his instant reply |
And though he said it in his firmest voice |
In his heart he knew he had lied |
The girl was getting on his nerves |
Which were already shot |
Something about her bothered him |
But he could not say quite what |
Then he noticed the time was approaching midnight |
What was she doing on the street? |
When he asked the girl this question |
The child seemed to retreat |
She said she was staying with her parents |
At the hotel, right next door |
They were there for just this one night |
In room twelve twenty-four |
Then he said, «you best get back there |
As quick as you can fly!» |
And he watched as she ran all the way |
Until she was safely back inside |
Then he took several steps |
In the direction towards his home |
But then he hesitated |
And took out his mobile phone |
And called up the institution |
Where he had left his son |
To find out if he was still there and alive |
Wondering if the past could be undone |
The operator who answered, searched the computer |
To see if the child had survived |
And she was sincerely happy to tell him |
«your son is no longer here, but he is still alive!» |
Then the lady who was very kind |
Said, «if you have a short while |
I can give you all the information |
That is here inside his file |
I see that at the age of twelve |
He had finally learned to walk |
And could understand most things people said |
But has never learned to talk |
He’s living uptown in the bronx |
At a boarding house hotel" |
And then the lady gave him the phone number |
And hotel’s address as well |
And for the first time in many years |
The man thought about his life |
And all the things he had left behind |
And, of course, he thought about his wife |
And he wondered if she had lived |
The things they might have done |
But really most of all right now |
He thought about his son |
Time |
Standing all alone |
I bled for you |
I wanted to |
Each drop my own |
Slowly they depart |
But fall in vain |
Like desert rain |
And still they fall on and on and on |
Got to get back to a reason |
Got to get back to a reason i once knew |
And this late in the seasons |
One by one distractions fade from view |
So |
Drifting through the dark |
The sympathy |
Of night’s mercy |
Inside my heart |
Is your life the same? |
Do ghosts cry tears? |
Do they feel years? |
As time just goes on and on and on |
Got to get back to a reason |
Got to get back to a reason i once knew |
And this late in the seasons |
One by one distractions fade from view |
I’m looking for you |
I’m looking for i don’t know what |
I can’t see there anymore |
And all my time’s been taken |
Is this what it seems? |
The lure of a dream |
And i’m afraid to walk back through that door |
To find that i’ve awakened |
The night seems to care |
The dreams in the air |
The snow’s coming down |
It beckons me dare |
It whispers, it hopes |
It holds and confides |
And offers a bridge |
Across these divides |
The parts of my life |
I’ve tried to forget |
It’s gathered each piece |
And carefully kept |
Somewhere in the dark |
Beyond all the cold |
There is a child |
That’s part of my soul |
Got to get back to a reason |
Got to get back to a reason i once knew |
And this late in the seasons |
One by one distractions fade from view |
The only reason i have left is |
You |