Woorden: Trans-Siberian Orchestra. A Final Dream.

[FATE]

LAY YOUR HEAD DOWN
AND SLEEP ON MY SHOULDER
LAY YOUR HEAD DOWN
AND START A NEW DREAM
AND FOR TONIGHT
THE MOMENT IS OVER
DRIFT IN A LULLABY
HERE WHERE THE STARS RESIDE
AND ANGELS ARE ALWAYS SEEN

AND LAY YOUR HEAD DOWN
THE STARS THEY HAVE WHISPERED
HEAR WHAT THEY SAY
AND KNOW THAT IT MEANS
THE MOON IS YOUR GUIDE
THE STARS THEY HAVE KISSED HER
AS SHE GOES GENTLY BY
LIGHT AS A BABY'S SIGH
SAFE ON A FAIRY TALE STREAM

AND START A NEW DREAM

[With the departure of his soul the storm begins to break and a stillness settles over the room as one by one the ghosts and shadows fade away. All seems at peace until the sudden re-appearance of Twist returning through a window. He gazes about the room, a look of mischievous delight spreading across his face. Scampering over to the piano, he takes the manuscript for the Tenth Symphony and then climbing up a bookcase, carefully slips it behind a wall. Here it will remain hidden, the world blissfully unaware of its existence until that one day in the future when it will be discovered and the music will once more live again.]

[THE END]