Duncan Sheik - Phantom Moon (2001) by Duncan Sheik (보컬) on maniadb.com

The word is told, now
The word is said
The word is old, now
And the stone is bread

The heart is bone, now
The heart is flesh
The heart is known, now
And the no is yes

And all we hold
Is only in the past

The song is cold, now
The song is spent
The song is sold, now
And the thought is rent

The bird is flown, now
The bird is fled
The bird is gone, now
And the wind is fed

And all we hold
Is only in the past

Oh so cold
Evening grey consumed in dark
No more day to hold me
sounds won't stay to play their part
Only what strangers told me
Why is the ghost who listens
So cold and so alone
Wind, tell her lightly
All that we might be
While I sit, nightly
Watching the shadows drifting down
Twilight descends so blue, so brown
And longing begins in this longing town
When the haze falls through my heart
When its arms enfold me
O, my song won't go that far
I can't sing how lonely
Home is a note of distance, a word for gone
Wind, tell her lightly
All that we might be
While I sit, nightly
Watching the shadows drifting down
Twilight descends so blue, so brown
And longing begins in this longing town
O, so cold
No one home
All of the notes, a word for gone

So good to meet you, Mr. Chess
I've always heard that you're the best
At housing knights
And castles high up in the air

So I beseech you, Mr. Chess
To let me sleep inside your bed
And would you sleep, too
Would you sleep, too, in the chair?

You see, I dream of many things
Of floating, solitary kings
Of pawns and people with
Blue sequins through their hair

A jester sings
The bishop brings the queen
A hollow following...
And all the pawns

And people stop
And people stare
So, I, too, stop
At 3 o'clock
I stumble to your door and knock
And ask to see you
And ask to be you

Mr. Chess.. Oh, Mr. Chess..

Now I beseech you, Mr. Chess
To let me sleep, to let me rest
To let me dream
To let me sing without a care

And I will dream you things so fair
I sing your castles in the air
And I will sleep, too
I will sleep, too
I will rest... Oh, Mr. Chess,.. My Mr. Chess

All the shadows blue
In the winter moon
Stars within the darkness.
They remember you
And they sorrow too
With all the winds that blow.

Every book you'd read
In my evening breeze
Stars shown in the darkness.
Still it waits to see
Will you turn in sleeves
With all the winds that blow

See the window too,
That once you looked through,
Out on the stars, the darkness.
It remembers you in this empty room,
With all the winds so cold.

And that phantom moon
Is a window too,
Stars look through the darkness,
To some summer moon
Where our ghosts still move
Among the winds that blow.

Were my soul and my silence,
Were my hope, my lightness.
Were the sword at my side
Through all the winds that blow.

Now the children play
Through these shorter days
'Til stars show through the darkness.
Now the young men stray, nobody waves
Among the winds that blow.

All the shadows blue
In the winter moon.
Stars within the darkness.
They'll remember you,
They will sorrow too.
And all the winds will blow.

All the winds will blow.
All the winds will blow.
All the winds will blow.
All the winds will blow

And there, the bones do sleep
And there the soul is soul
And there the gods do weep
When the angels fall

But here the thoughts won't keep
And here the blood runs cold
And here the grave is deep
And the devil calls

Brought my heart to feed, but my mouth was fire
Brought the earth my seed, but it would not flower
Where the jeweled stream? Where the eased desire?
In some fool's dream? In the ending hour?

Brought my voice, just noise to poor old Silence
A clanging toy, a clanging toy
Empty, strident
Brought my eyes, in utter ruin, sightless
The tears I cried, the tears I cried
Still so frightened

Brought my heart to feed, but my mouth was fire
Brought the earth my seed, but it would not flower
Where the jeweled stream? Where the eased desire?
In some fool's dream? In the ending hour?

Where the silver streets? Where the blossoming?
Where sounds so sweet?
Where songs of spring?
Where words for things?
Where golden memories?
Where quiet seas?
Where certainty?

Where all might cease, the talk, the want, the posturing?

Brought my heart to feed, but my mouth was fire
Brought the earth my seed, but it would not flower
Where the jeweled stream? Where the eased desire?
In some fool's dream? In the ending hour?

Where poetry?
Where mystic harmonies?

Where love that frees?
Where security?

Where sympathy?
Where tranquility?
Where rest in peace?

In the dream? Or in the fire?

Mouth on fire
Mouth on fire

And there were mermaids, weren't there?
Sweet, silver mermaids
All through that gray Trafalgar square
Such silver mermaids

And they were young and they were fair
They brushed their bronze and dusky hair
And whispered, "Come, sad Stephen
Come and play here"

"You will love, you will be loved
You will grow up and do so much
You will be strong, you will be sung
By all the mermaids, silver mermaids"

And once they'd sung their satin song
They beckoned to me from the fog
They spread their arms and lifted
Pale portrait faces, I was taken

To their coral cavern halls
To rooms with oyster shells for walls
To sandy nooks, pearly books and ivory dolls
In ivory stalls, in ivory stalls

And there were mermaids, weren't there?
Sweet, silver mermaids
All through that wan, forgotten square
Silver mermaids

They were young and they were fair
And they brushed their bronze and dusky hair
And whispered, "Come, sad Stephen, come"
And I was taken

Was I wrong? Should I have run?
I wanted all, I wanted young
And portrait faces, I was taken

Did I love? I didn't care
Did I grow up? Well, unaware
And was I strong? And was I sung?
How do I haunt Trafalgar fog?

And find I want so much, still want
And no more mermaids
No more mermaids
And no more mermaids

Drifter, what about her conversation?
Drifter, how about an explanation
Where you go, when you receive
And why you never let her feed
On all that truth you hold so dear
But never let another near

No one around
My, don't we love
No one around

No, to the quiet gazes
No, to the muttered phrases
No, to the utter waste of
Time and good fortune

Taster of the poetry
Of Pater, Prousi, and Socrates
What are you to do but sleep
And when are you to stop and weep
For all your inability
To mate with your own memory

No one around
My, don't we love
No one around

No, to the mindless gazes
No, to the splintered phrases
No, to the utter waste of
Time and good fortune

Singer, will the singing say it?
Singer, would such saying change it?
A whole long life spent tuning strings
And will it now mean anything
But empty chords that only bring
An endless, voiceless sorrowing

No one around
My, don't we love
No one around

No, to the frightened gazes
No, to the stuttered phrases
No, to the utter waste of
Time and good fortune

Time and good fortune

If, again, you wander,
If, too soon again, you wander
Far away, far away...

Let this, too, be with you,
An old tune somewhere within you
Far away, far away...

Falling through the autumn evening,
Every darkened street.

Calling to forgotten feeling,
The passing ghosts and scattered leaves.

If, again, you love him,
If, too soon again, you love him
Far away, far away...

Let this, too, be with him,
Humming smoothly when you kiss him
Far away, far away...

Haunting all the talk, and stalling
Every hope of sleep.

Calling to some distant longing,
Another soul within your sheets...

If, some day, you love me,
If, in truth, some day, you love me,
Far away, far away...

Let the words within you
Whisper to you how I miss you,
Far away, far away...

For if, some day, I wander,
Then, too soon, I too will wander
Far away, far away...

Far away...Far away...Far away...

Calling to you heart, and stealing
All the want away...

This is how my heart heard
That little thing in tears they call the truth -
It said, Be done with her, she's done with you.
This is how my heart heard.

This is how my arms burn,
That used to hold her tight until the dawn.
And now they weep to find that she is gone.
This is how my heart heard.

I forgot the taste of fears
And how they haunt the lips you're kissing;
And how the sould can waste its tears
On someone who is missing.

And how I shed such tears but never cry,
This is how I want her,
And how I kiss her lips and taste good-bye.
This is how I want her.

(Instrumental)

I forgot the taste of tears
And how they haunt the lips you're kisisng;
And how love's just a waste of tears
On someone who is missing.

This is how I want her.
And how I shed such tears but never cry.
And how I tasted lips that kissed good-bye.
This is how my heart heard.
This is how my heart heard.

This is how my heart heard.
This is how my heart heard...

There is a swan-white curtain,
Somewhere within the sky.
It's known of every sermon,
Every anguished cry -
The howls of hopeless people,
Frightened and alone.

There is a spotless silver mirror
That hangs within the moon.
It's witness every winter,
The cities charred and ruined -
The herds of homeless people
Filling all the roads...

Some may pray to their mirrors,
Some may kneel before the sun.
Me, I say there's a mirro
In the heart of everyone.

Bullets paint the blue distance.
The mirror's stained from every gun.
Still, I say that it glistens
In the heart of everyone.

And there are golden whispers
Within the afternoon.
They've held the brothers, sister...
Felt the mothers' wounds.
The broken-hearted people,
Burying thei own...

Some may pray to their mirrors,
Some may kneel before the sun.
Me, I say there's a mirro
In the heart of everyone.

Strike the bell, and we listen.
Light the candle, and we're shown.
The gods themselves throwing incense,
As all the world begins to glow...

Such a flame, such a mirror,
In the heart of everyone.

Such a flame, such a mirror,
In the heart of everyone...

Simeon, he was a man
Held his heart out in his hand
A hollow land of autumn breeze
Evenings in the brittle rain
Leaves that fill the barren plain
With simple pain embroideries
In the temple yesterday
Was a man, who came to pray
Who couldn't stay and couldn't leave
So, he feel down on his knees
Sued for grace and sued for peace
A little ease, and not to grieve
Marion, she met a man
Took her to Jerusalem
To take a stand, escape a scene
To wander in the honey sea
Drink the milk of Memory
And never be herself again
In the temple yesterday
Was a woman came to pray
Who couldn't say, and couldn't see
So, she fell down on her knees
Sued for grace and sued for peace
Sued the priest to set her free
Lo, lo and behold
Lo, lo and behold

And there was gone, and there was evermore
And there was wherefore hast thou
And what heretofore
But not for evermore
Not for evermore, now

O Lord, went away
O Lord, wellaway
O Lord, that ye may keep her warm
Requiescat

A sorrow borne, and borne for evermore
A sorrow borne with a howl
Thou'll come no more
No more for evermore
No more for evermore, now...

O Lord, she's gone away
O Lord, wellaway
O Lord, that ye may keep her warm
Requiescat

The word is told, now
The word is said
The word is old, now
And the stone is bread

The heart is bone, now
The heart is flesh
The heart is known, now
And the no is yes

And all we hold
Is only in the past

The song is cold, now
The song is spent
The song is sold, now
And the thought is rent

The bird is flown, now
The bird is fled
The bird is gone, now
And the wind is fed

And all we hold
Is only in the past