[Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
An offering of reasons
We put them all away
A covering of
treasons
That one by one we let slip away
A solitary dancer
So lost upon her stage
I have seen you on the edge of
dawn
Felt you there before you were born
Balanced your dreams upon the edge of thorns
But I don't think about you
anymore
A study made of winter
Of summers long ago
And dreams that use to glitter
Safely now hidden under snow
And
so we end this chapter
And let the stage lights fade
I have seen you on the edge of dawn
Felt you there before you were
born
Balanced your dreams upon the edge of thorns
But I don't think about you anymore
