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Paragons Of Innocence




[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill]


Day


Into night


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