SILENT CRY

(lyric by Saylor)


i reach down for the firm resolution, to the bone, and still i can't decide.

seems all i need is the weapon of choice but anxiety overrides.

 

as i'm waiting for the word to open fire... they cut the wire!

 

(chorus)

when the passions die in vain, deep down inside, then i hear the silent cry!

if what i believe, down in my soul, is compromised... then i hear the silent cry!

 

bringin' me up, just to hammer me down 'till there's nothing left to destroy.

can't find the source of the horrible truth so you blame it on the messenger boy.

 

and when i finally get the word to open fire... i've no desire!!!

 

(chorus)

 

A BOY LIKE ME

(lyric by Saylor)


closet creatures, and shadows on the wall, all those monsters didn't scare me at all.

stucco ceilings and the faces i could see... under the covers was the only place to be.

the winning touchdown on the very last play,

the crowd was cheering, I had come to save the day.

i don't remember when I'd drift away... seems like only yesterday!

 

(chorus)

oh mama, please tell me a story, one where the hero is a boy like me.

are the stars really a thousand miracles?

one for each dreamer... and the hero's yet to be.

 

a perfect potion for another fantasy, tales of wonder sailing on a magic sea.

i remember those whispers in my ear... the sandman will soon be here.

 

(chorus)

 

i remember those stories i would hear. they stir imagination as the moments reappear.

30 years go by and now this child has grown.

the circle's found its way, I've got a little one of my own.

and in the evening when I tuck him in to sleep... that's when he says to me... oh daddy

 

(chorus)

 

IT’S OVER

(lyric by Saylor, outro lyric by Feldmann)

 

under the looking glass, two hearts open... each one is broken.

bound to the promises of a union they'd started, but alas... they've parted.

 

(chorus)

when it's over, finally over... no need to pretend we never heard those cries.

when it's over, remember only what we used to be. then it's over... the end.

 

i never realized how far we'd drifted... till the fog had lifted.

stronger to walk away than to cling to a feeling let the heart start healing.

 

when it's over, finally over... until a seed grows again, with the water from these eyes.

when it's over, i'll remember only what we used to be, then it's over...

 

still we go on debating who gets the lions share of the pain.

meanwhile our hopes are fading with every bleeding hour,

like a wilting flower praying for the rain.

 

(chorus)

 

and the hardest part, if you can believe it, i'm still letting go.

and you can't feel what i'm feeling and you'll never know

 

ON THE SHORELINE

(lyric by Saylor)

 

the rains have come again, waters now ascend... harsh words spilling over.

carried on the tide, laid gently by our side a cause to bring us closer.

and i still depend on things yet undiscovered.

 

(chorus)

standing on the shoreline, what will we find to hold in our hearts?

standing on the shoreline, the ebbing tide has carried more union to our world.

 

with every stone we turn, there's still so much to learn.

we've searched so many times, yet in between the lines, our love will hold the answer.

and i won't deny the chance forever after.

 

standing on the shoreline, what will we find to hold in our hearts?

standing on the shoreline, the ebbing tide has carried more union to our world.

standing on the shoreline, what will we find to hold in our hearts?

standing on the shoreline, what's yours is mine we'll share all the love in the world.

 

it's more than me! it's more than you! it's for all we've been through.

it's more than now! it's more than before! this is what we've been searching for!

(chorus)

 

 

SCENES OF DECEMBER

(lyric by Saylor) 

 

Snow falling lightly, so brightly in the glow of streetlight...tonight.

The north winds are blowing as the birds and the children sleep tight.

 

There in the wind, hear the sound of an old lullaby.

Listen to the words, as the Scenes Of December reply.

 

The stars of Orion shining down from a cold midnight sky.

Like pure shattered crystal on a frozen time dreamscape, they lie.

 

There in the wind, hear the sound of an old lullaby.

Listen to the words, as the Scenes Of December reply...