Caleb Lyrics

Song	Caleb
Artist	Sonata Arctica
Album	20 Years of Nuclear Blast
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	Sonata Arctica
	Unia
	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 were not 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.
	[Solo]
	"Now I ring the bell to tell the world,
	I'm ready when they bring out the soon to be dead against the wall ..."
	This necessary evil has no heart
	Flowers and people he will now enlace
	A price he must pay serving a cold
	... whatevergod.

	Sonata Arctica
	Unia
	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 were not 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.
	Solo
	" Now I ring the bell to tell the world,
	I' m ready when they bring out the soon to be dead against the wall ..."
	This necessary evil has no heart
	Flowers and people he will now enlace
	A price he must pay serving a cold
	... whatevergod.

	Sonata Arctica
	Unia
	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 were not 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.
	Solo
	" Now I ring the bell to tell the world,
	I' m ready when they bring out the soon to be dead against the wall ..."
	This necessary evil has no heart
	Flowers and people he will now enlace
	A price he must pay serving a cold
	... whatevergod.

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