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Still Life
Sadness is a little boy looking
Out the window high above the city,
Counting statues of people on the buildings,
Thinking that the people are forever,
He wants his father to be a statue,
On the rooftop of his fatherless home,
So that he can always see him,
So that he will never leave him,
Late at night in the darkness of his dreaming,
His father's words fall down in a rainstorm,
And the words become hands that will guide him,
Through his life in the world just beginning.
<Chorus>
You cannot live in bronze or stone,
Make your life in flesh and bone.
Stranded is a man no longer searching
For the life he had hoped for and imagined
Courting fear instead of a woman,
Holding sorrow as his only companion
Counting days like his money in the markets,
And watching life from the window in his office,
Maybe one day I'll have the courage,
Maybe one day I'll sail across the ocean.
But I feel safe in the light of my computer,
This is how I choose to live,
Fixed in stone a man will wither,
Running waters are the life of the river.
You cannot live in bronze or stone,
Make your life in flesh and bone
Remember me...
Frightened is an old man limping
Through the park on a dark December day,
He stands frozen at the base of a statue,
And he hopes for a warm hand to help him,
Tonight he will dream that he is flying,
Over banks of a river he remembers
His father's voice will echo all around him,
His father's hands will hold him in the sky,
Now I can sail across the ocean,
Now I will sail across the ocean,
Now I am sailing across the ocean.
I cannot live in bronze or stone,
I must live as flesh and bone.
Remember me, remember me, remember me...
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Remember me, remember me, remember me...
I must live as flesh and bone.
I cannot live in bronze or stone,
Now I am sailing across the ocean.
Now I will sail across the ocean,
Now I can sail across the ocean,
His father's hands will hold him in the sky,
His father's voice will echo all around him,
Over banks of a river he remembers
Tonight he will dream that he is flying,
And he hopes for a warm hand to help him,
He stands frozen at the base of a statue,
Through the park on a dark December day,
Frightened is an old man limping
Remember me...
Make your life in flesh and bone
You cannot live in bronze or stone,
Running waters are the life of the river.
Fixed in stone a man will wither,
This is how I choose to live,
But I feel safe in the light of my computer,
Maybe one day I'll sail across the ocean.
Maybe one day I'll have the courage,
And watching life from the window in his office,
Counting days like his money in the markets,
Holding sorrow as his only companion
Courting fear instead of a woman,
For the life he had hoped for and imagined
Stranded is a man no longer searching
Make your life in flesh and bone.
You cannot live in bronze or stone,
<Chorus>
Through his life in the world just beginning.
And the words become hands that will guide him,
His father's words fall down in a rainstorm,
Late at night in the darkness of his dreaming,
So that he will never leave him,
So that he can always see him,
On the rooftop of his fatherless home,
He wants his father to be a statue,
Thinking that the people are forever,
Counting statues of people on the buildings,
Out the window high above the city,
Sadness is a little boy looking
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