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Trans Siberian Orchestra

So after all these one night stands You've ended up with heart in hand A child alone on your own, retreating Regretful for the things you're not And

In a city after midnight 'Neath the halo of a street light Where the dreams die, as the blood dries On the wounds we keep hidden from view In the safety

[Son] Yes, mother. Always. [A jet passes by in the distance and the apparition of his mother fades away. The child turns towards Tran-Do in a non-judgmental

You were the dream that survived Lost in the darkness of eternity You were the hope kept alive Embraced by tomorrows that we all could never quite see

Don't go, does it have to be this way? Can't we have just one more chance? Those who know they will not say Must this be the final dance in our lives

Sleep, don't turn away, you are the safest way into tomorrow Dreams, if you will stay or at least the best parts let us borrow Days are counted 'til they

There was a time, now far away That now belongs to yesterday But late at night if you believe There are still parts you can retrieve Beyond our memories

Just another night in New York City Snow comes down, looks real pretty Don?t know how but suddenly there you are With Jelly Roll Morton playin? for the

What child this night whose dreams take flight? What child somewhere sleeps unaware? What life that yet has no regrets? What child, who knows what dreams