You used to dwell in the red chair
Your dark eyes staring at the four of us
A velvet shelter from the world
A throne to emphasize your genius
The chill of november
The coldness of your voice
Too loud to be noticed
Too deaf to have a choice
It's a mystery, a tragedy
A part of you apparently unknown
To the ones that played your symphonies
A virtual reality
Hidden from the world outside your head
You just kept the inner darkness to yourself
You used to occupy the stage
Your dark eyes staring at the audience
The chill of november
The will inside of you
Too blinded to find it
Too deaf to have a clue
It's a mystery, a tragedy
A part of you apparently unknown
To the ones that played your symphonies
A fictional reality
Hidden from the world outside your head
You just kept the inner darkness to yourself
Remember the days we spent in the shed
Writing like hell in our little heaven
Finding the words to the chords flying by
Melodies came, overwhelming
Remember the nights we spent on the road
Driving back home, promising we would
Leave the rat race to the rats
Memories stay, neverending
And so the more we have to change
The more we realise
The more we dream
The more we stay awake
And so the more we face the truth
The more we fear to lie
The more we die
The more we stay alive
Remember the future we wanted to hold
A slippery thief nearly took it away
Who would have thought, the last time we talked
We'd be standing right here today
And so the more we have to change
The more we realise
The more we dream
The more we stay awake
And so the more we face the truth
The more we fear to lie
The more we die
The more we stay alive
So here we are, the start of our new destiny
A picture of the world that yet awaits
And now we're changing to a world of perfect symmetry
Connected to our fate and liberty
It's a mystery, a tragedy
A part of you eventually known
To the ones that shared your victories
Trapped in future history
Hidden from the world outside your head
You just locked the inner darkness in
So here we are, the start of our new destiny
A picture of the world that yet awaits
Changing to a state of perfect symmetry
Connected to our fate and liberty
It's a matter of persistence
Just a matter of belief
In this state of liberation
We accept the invitation to the feast