Álbum: Élan
Cantante: Nightwish
Duración: 4:26
Leave the sleep and let the springtime talk
In tongues from the time before men
Listen to a daffodil tell her tale
Let the guest in, walk out
Be the first to greet the morn
The meadows of heaven await harvest
The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched
The elsewhere creatures yet unseen
Finally you number came up
Free fall awaits the brave.
Come, taste the wine, race the blind
They will guide you from the light
Writing noughts till the end of time
Come, surf the clouds, race the dark
It feeds from the runs undone
Meet me where the cliff greets the sea
The answer to the riddle before your eyes
Is in dead leaves and fleeting skies
Returning swans and sedulous mice
Writing on the garden's book,
in the minute of a lover's look
Building a sandcastle close to the shore
A house of cards from a worn out deck
A home from a fellowship, poise and calm
Write a lyric for the song
Only you can understand
Come, taste the wine, race the blind
They will guide you from the light
Writing noughts till the end of time
Come, surf the clouds, race the dark
It feeds from the runs undone
Meet me where the cliff greets the sea
Riding hard every shooting star
Come to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox
Come drink deep, let the dam of mind seep
Travel with great élan, dance a jig at the funeral
Come, taste the wine, race the blind
They will guide you from the light
Writing noughts till the end of time
Come, surf the clouds, race the dark
It feeds from the runs undone
Meet me where cliff greets the sea.
Come!