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  • 作词 : Portnoy, Michael / Labrie, Kevin James / Moore, Kevin F. / Myung, John Ro / Petrucci, John
    作曲 : Portnoy, Michael / Labrie, Kevin James / Moore, Kevin F. / Myung, John Ro / Petrucci, John
    Wait For Sleep
    Dream Theater
    Images and Words
    Images: Kevin Moore
    Words: Kevin Moore
    Standing by the window
    Eyes upon the moon
    Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon
    She shuts the doors and lights
    And lays her body on the bed
    Where images and words are running deep
    She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
    So quietly she lays and waits for sleep
    She stares at the ceiling
    And tries not to think
    And pictures the chains
    She's been trying to link again
    But the feeling is gone
    And water can't cover her memory
    And ashes can't answer her pain
    God give me the power to take breath from a breeze
    And call life from a cold metal frame
    In with the ashes
    Or up with the smoke from the fire
    With wings up in heaven
    Or here, lying in bed
    Palm of her hand to my head
    Now and forever curled
    In my heart and the heart of the world
  • 作词 : Portnoy, Michael / Labrie, Kevin James / Moore, Kevin F. / Myung, John Ro / Petrucci, John
    作曲 : Portnoy, Michael / Labrie, Kevin James / Moore, Kevin F. / Myung, John Ro / Petrucci, John
    Wait For Sleep
    Dream Theater
    Images and Words
    Images: Kevin Moore
    Words: Kevin Moore
    Standing by the window
    Eyes upon the moon
    Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon
    She shuts the doors and lights
    And lays her body on the bed
    Where images and words are running deep
    She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
    So quietly she lays and waits for sleep
    She stares at the ceiling
    And tries not to think
    And pictures the chains
    She's been trying to link again
    But the feeling is gone
    And water can't cover her memory
    And ashes can't answer her pain
    God give me the power to take breath from a breeze
    And call life from a cold metal frame
    In with the ashes
    Or up with the smoke from the fire
    With wings up in heaven
    Or here, lying in bed
    Palm of her hand to my head
    Now and forever curled
    In my heart and the heart of the world