Picturing The Past

Arctica Sonata

In a house where no one never sleeps,


lays a man who sees more with his eyes


Picturing the past before him,


in a bed, alone, with clothes on


Paying for a service he doesn't really need





With his eyes, he sees more love and lust,


more tears, far too much to handle


Can't tell a soul, not this time, they'd lock him right up


Too much of burning bushes too much for this weak soul





In this mind, oh so jaded, he's gone too far behind


Of all the visions seen, this one makes him scream





Chorus:


He cannot live neither die in this world


Burning sensation inside, you know how that hurts?


Making up for the crimes of your life


With scythe as your sword,


you must fight 'till the end of time





Don't look behind, or you will fall through the time


Only time can make you see behind of the curtain hiding


the secret. Your time is up when you see the light





You can live as a noble man but when time,


you won't be left behind





With the sound of time ringing in his head,


He leaves the house where no-one never sleeps


Job well done knowing that at least one will be pleased





Hiding is always useless, pictures will fade with time





Seeking for a winner of the day, prize of life is here


Of all the visions seen this one makes him scream