| Song | Paragons Of Innocence |
| Artist | Savatage |
| Album | The Wake of Magellan (Bonus Track Edition) |
| 作词 : ONeill | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : ONeill | |
| 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 |