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Empty Cages
- wykonawca: Dan Fogelberg
- album: The Innocent Age
Waiting in the wings
Your courage sings before you falter . . .
It's just another way to say
what's there but never shows
It's just another day to lay
your sins before the altar
And where it's going to end
this time around nobody knows.
Every time it seems that you
have gained an understanding
Those devils at your heels
reach up and try to tip the scales
Waking from a dream
you see it's all been done without you
And every vain attempt to make it stay
Is destined to fail.
CHORUS
Fury rages through your restless days
Shades of time that's gone before
Empty cages where the prisoner plays
'Til the door swings closed behind for evermore . . .
Evermore...
Evermore...
Long before we come of
age we yearn to leave the garden
And wrestle with a myth
the hand of fate
has faintly drawn
But somewhere on the way
we feel our hearts begin to harden
And see just as we learn
to turn around
the garden is gone.
Fury rages through your restless days
Shades of time that's gone before
Empty cages where the prisoner plays
'Til the door swings closed
behind for evermore . . .
Evermore...
Evermore...
- album: The Innocent Age
Waiting in the wings
Your courage sings before you falter . . .
It's just another way to say
what's there but never shows
It's just another day to lay
your sins before the altar
And where it's going to end
this time around nobody knows.
Every time it seems that you
have gained an understanding
Those devils at your heels
reach up and try to tip the scales
Waking from a dream
you see it's all been done without you
And every vain attempt to make it stay
Is destined to fail.
CHORUS
Fury rages through your restless days
Shades of time that's gone before
Empty cages where the prisoner plays
'Til the door swings closed behind for evermore . . .
Evermore...
Evermore...
Long before we come of
age we yearn to leave the garden
And wrestle with a myth
the hand of fate
has faintly drawn
But somewhere on the way
we feel our hearts begin to harden
And see just as we learn
to turn around
the garden is gone.
Fury rages through your restless days
Shades of time that's gone before
Empty cages where the prisoner plays
'Til the door swings closed
behind for evermore . . .
Evermore...
Evermore...