Savatage

There's a thief on a summer's night
Across an ocean
Who sees another's life fading away
And of this life he writes
Without emotion
Then pushes it from sight
Somewhere faraway
To a distant land
Every tear betrayed
And never makes
And never makes
And never makes
And never makes a stand
Makes a stand
Lord there's something wrong
Makes a stand
Could a star's forgotten light
A child's devotion
Embrace eternal night
In shallow graves
As we watch from distant heights
No breath or motion
Still every ghost must haunt in its own way
Sleep beneath my dreams
Safe within my hands
Where I never under
Never under
Never understand
Lord there's something wrong
No one remembers
No one denies
No one asks questions
No one replies
Here nothing enters
Nothing departs
Here nothing's ended
If nothing starts
In your life could you carry on
Could you never think about it
Till in time you start to doubt it
Then you close your eyes
Is it really gone
How in truth can you defend her
If you're really not remembering