Sparks - Trans-Siberian Orchestra

Lines.

Of a tale.

Cut in the face of a crowd,

sentenced no bail…

There.

In the night.

Deep in the back,

through the black,

beckons a life…

Time.

Moving in a straight line.

Butthen at the whim,

a change in the wind,

a story begins in its mind…

For deep in her eyes,

beneath the lies.

Of the dark.

Leaving marks.

Sparks.

She.

Has been steeled.

Standing there, looking so tight,

taut and high-heeled…

One.

Of a kind.

The kind of the girl

that only a dream

could design…

Time.

Seen through glasses of wine.

Never reveals

the why or the when

how this story will end

as you find…

That deep in her eyes,

beneath the lies.

Of the dark.

Leaving marks.

Sparks.

Come on,

conjure on the reason for living.

Take me round

and around

and around

and around

and again…

Come on,

do it in the name of living.

For if not tonight

tell me when…

For if not tonight

tell me when…

Ahhhh

Hearts.

Can confuse.

That messed up bundle of nerves

that tends to bruise…

Still.

Lay it bare.

It’s better to bleed than to need

and never had dared…

Chance.

A move based on a glance.

A move based on no more than feel

in this unreal circumstance…

For deep in her eyes,

beneath the lies.

Of the dark.

Leaving marks.

Sparks…