And if you turn your back And we don't talk about it Is there anything you'd like to say? 'Cos this is the last time I'm gonna wait This is the last
Hey, arms of the ocean reach out for you Rusty pipes, can?t help calling for you too The brine is finer than wine but be careful not to drink too much
Oh yeah, it started today in a cloud If I was the sun I would shout I've got so much shining left before I'm out Yeah, it began with a spark then a flame
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, sha, doo, be, doo Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, sha, doo Guess I got in trouble too, nothing left for me to do I guess I forgot to play it
I could tell from the minute I woke up It was gonna be a lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely day Rise and shine, rub the sleep out of my eyes And try to tell
Everything is okay, everything is fine I give you everything you ask for don't be so unkind Well everytime you're mad about every little thing But it'
and your/my voice, In one combined The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside your/my mind Offstage voices: He's there, the Phantom of the Opera Beware the Phantom
I can't say if this feeling coming over me is real But I know it's something you can't steal So I'll buy another problem to approach Sell a virgin lie
Instrumental
dimension this slow burn in my head (soul, blood) phantom green is the color of the sky its the color i see when i close my eyes phantom green is the
I know they hide To keep some hope alive that a girl like I could ever try, Could ever try So we just skirt the hallway sides A phantom and a fly Follow
At the top of Phantom Mountain I saw the turquoise, brilliant burning sea The sweat on my shoulders, the silvery haze Swords of lightning, hawks and Gulf
was learned the phantom continues Nailed at the same hill Jesus never will come back His soul cries in agony (does) the agony exist? (does) the phantom
Phantom Of The Opry ( Written by Billy Lawson / John Schweers / Roger Murrah ) Around midnight A shadow appears on center stage And sings a haunting
'm branded sly I am your ghostmaster baby, free me All you know is alone You see a Phantom Stranger Down you go all alone You love my Phantom Stranger
And if I die today, I'll be the happy phantom And I'll go chasin' the nuns out in the yard And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on And
phantoms of past Cursed land this is - a wasted Promised Land Poisoned by evil will and destroyed by the hand Great times we saw here- long, long, time
[Kohn, Green, Buckland, Taylor] To the crack of bone, the whip of spine I built my throne to drink my wine From the skulls of enemies, their eyes stud