Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Father, Son & Holy Ghost, artist - Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
Date of issue: 27.10.2009
Song language: English
Father, Son & Holy Ghost |
you were the dream that survived |
lost in the darkness of eternity |
you were the hope kept alive |
embraced by tomorrows that we all could never quite see |
you had a beauty denied |
you were the moment |
but here in this night |
where your dream carries on never quite there but it’s never quite gone |
you are the star that is wished upon |
forever |
you were the one that believed |
long past when belief was a memory |
the child time would never concede |
faith and tomorrow and all of the things that might be you had a beauty denied |
a glittering moment |
but here in this night |
where your dream carries on never quite there but it’s never quite gone |
you are the star that is wished upon |
forever |
do you believe in night |
does it hold you close |
when you’re at your last card |
pray hard, father, son & holy ghost |
still the night rolls on brings you to your knees |
when you look back that far |
each scar, suddenly just starts to bleed |
the night it keeps burning |
while twisting and turning |
its way to tomorrow |
its joys and its sorrows |
our secrets beneath her |
we drive each stake deeper |
then offer to barter |
but each deal is harder |
the cloaks we keep changing |
while gliding through weddings |
of nights to their morning |
of dreams to their dawning |
while reaching for moments |
the world has forbidden |
the kindness inside them |
so carefully hidden |
the pages keep turning |
but no-one is learning |
they feed them to pyres |
to stoke up their fires |
of ignorance, apathy |
forbidding charity |
the flames they grow higher |
could such be desired |
and christ and confucius |
are all their words useless |
we quote them in fractions |
but not in our actions |
aurelius, and hugo |
auden and gibran |
the words they have written |
seem so quickly gone |
for somewhere there’s dirt |
that was once reddish mud |
from soaking up liquid |
that was a man’s blood |
but both earth and god |
they have deemed to forgive |
so each year in the spring |
new flowers do live |
and of all the authors |
your favorite was wilde |
with each timeless story |
all penned with such style |
of fairytale kingdoms |
where ogres save children |
and no gardens have walls |
so all children might use them |
and since that’s the ending |
you valued the most |
you cling to that card |
father, son & holy ghost |
father, son & holy ghost |
father, son & holy ghost |
father, son & holy ghost |
father, son & holy… |
but here in this night |
where your dream carries on never quite there but it’s never quite gone |
you are the star that is wished upon |
forever |