Returning of the miracles It's my own requiem The jester's tears They are inside me Agony's the script for my requiem Is the script already written Jester's tears I cry Hallowed be the fatherland

Let's embrace the point of no return Smoke and sunset, off Mulholland He was talking, I was wondering 'bout You and that girl, she your girlfriend? Face from heaven, bet the world she don't know Pretty girls don't know the things that I know Walk my way,

I stand here alone on the bow of the ship Counting the hours 'til I die Abandoned to fate with no chance of return I raise up my fist to the sky But know that these days were the best of our lives And nothing can take that away So when we are dead we

Somebody's shouting Up at a mountain Only my own words return Nobody's up there It's a deception I'm alone here With emptiness eagles and snow Unfriendliness chilling my body And whispering pictures of home

Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to

Let's embrace the point of no return Smoke and sunset, off Mulholland He was talking, I was wondering 'bout You and that girl, she your girlfriend? Face from heaven, bet the world she don't know Pretty girls don't know the things that I know Walk my way,

Is just to love and be loved in return" There was a boy... A very strange enchanted boy They say he wondered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day One magic day, passed my way

And I cry just like you But I heal just like you And under my skin I'm just like you I feel just like you Hello my friend, it's been awhile All our old clothes are back in style We went our separate ways only to return To face a lesson we failed to learn

Ooohh, the rain is falling Early in the morning The sun was up and the sky was very blue, Without a warning, As I looked out, my thoughts returned to you, A noise in the city made the children run, And hide themselves away, And thunder boomed and

I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide And I'm not so suicidal after all And I'm not so suicidal after all at all, at all, at all It's not worth anything more than this at all I live as I choose or I will not live at all So return to where you've come