Come hear me tell my story,
I promise that I won’t detain you long.
The next to last of labors
On my list was stitch them into song.

All that’s left to do
Is a job for two.
One won’t do,
You come too.

Great lengths I’ve gone to get here,
The distance closed between beyond belief.
With equal joy and sorrow, the tears I’ve cried
Have filled the depths of grief.

All that’s left to do
Is a job for two.
One won’t do,
You come too.

I’ve climbed to the top of the mountain
From the depths of the valley below,
Walked from the river’s fountain
To the ocean’s flow.
And further down in dark descent
I searched until my light was spent,
In search of what, I never knew
Till it led me to you.

All that’s left to do
Is a job for two.
One won’t do,
You come too.

And so it goes,
The slow at heart.
The first to book the train
Worlds apart;
Then when the whistle blows
And train departs:
The last to show's
The slow at heart

Of one man’s disobedience deceived to eat that fruit
That brought death into the world alone his sole repute
Whereby the serpent’s artful tongue misled did do that deed
And lost as he the blissful seat and rank of choses seed
But far unlike that spiteful fiend he fell when justly tried
Before the judge down to his knees with pleas for mercy cried
Yet when with mercy pardoned by the judge refused to cope
And let the loss of innocence be thought the vault of hope;
That which is dead within my heart revive and urge me play
A song that’s sure unto all man to justify your ways
Thru me tell the story, war on evanescence wage:
Goddess sing the rage

Of one man’s firm obedience both tried and tested true
Whose triumph, like the morning mist, gave unto each its due
When meekly giving up the ghost he boldly thus denies
A grave of such esteem for which a king would gladly die;
Whose kinsmen at the gavel’s rap like vipers drunk with wrath
Scourged heaven’s own begotten sent to speak on their behalf
And laid to waste that greater man then dared to go so far
As to blame all fault upon the silence of the stars;
That which is dead within my heart revive and urge me play
A song that’s sure unto all man to justify your ways
Thru me tell the story, war on evanescence wage:
Goddess sing the rage

Hail Holy Light! Offspring of Heaven’s word firstborn
Command the formless infinite at once take on thy form
And with thy vital lamp, dare I beseech thee to inspire,
Set fire unto darkness dead alight upon thy pyre
And from beneath thy sovereign seat where lies thy fountain’s spring
Oblige the maids of memory descend and sweep my string;
That which is dark illuminate, what’s low support and raise
That I in mine may for all time thru death still sing thy praise;
That which is dead within my heart revive and urge me play
A song that’s sure unto all man to justify your ways
Thru me tell the story, war on evanescence wage:
Goddess sing the rage

Once upon a time
There was a king I'm told
Who made a wish and all he touched
From then on turned to gold.
I guess what wish to make
No poor boy gets to choose
Because everything I touch
I turn to blues

I'd tell you all about
How it all began
When I knelt before my love
And asked her for her hand
But all to say of that
At this point isn't news
Because everything I touch
I turn to blues

Like every mother's child
I've heard the white dove's song
But every time I tune my string
And try to play along
Him for the nightengale
I just seem to confuse
Because everything I touch
I turn to blues

It happened to the river
When I filled up my cup
It happened to the sky above
When I threw my hands up
So let the road I walk
Be glad I wear my shoes
Because everything I touch
I turn to blues

So listen little darling
But once I'll tell you this
If you get bold and hold me close
To steal away a kiss
The color of your rosy lips
And cheeks you're bound to lose
Because everything I touch
I turn to blues

What gates dare guarantee defend against
A sight that well could launch a thousand ships?

I wandered by the wayside
till I wore out my traveling shoes.
I stopped and smelled the roses,
it seemed to be that time was mine to lose.
But when the thorns drew blood,
I saw how little time I had to choose
To pluck the rose, or bleed out with
The rosebud blues

Overrunning!
Where once before
When somebody coming
Was someone worth loving
I left in vain
Not but so to keep
Wanting

Overrunning!
Forevermore
For you shall I
Be who I am
Becoming

Overrunning!
Wherein once more
When somebody coming
Was someone worth wanting
I fled in fear
So as not to lose
Loving

Overrunning!
Forevermore
For you shall I
Be who I am
Becoming

If I know one thing
It's not for nothing
For someone to speak
When one must say
Something

So I'll say one thing
Must I say something
Till I knew you
My love I knew
Nothing

Overrunning!
Forevermore
For you shall I
Be who I am
Becoming