Call me the singer
Taken by voices
In songs you should have known
Screaming the choices

Draw me straight into discordance
I have been stepping over sight
No one will speak of forgiveness
Except the god of all the light

Call me the singer
Taken by voices
In songs you should have known
Screaming the choices

The mind will watch itself melt
When given into the plastic gaze

Steady the footprints on my path
That spiral down that circular trace

Call me the singer
Taken by voices
In songs you should have known
Screaming the choices

Imaginations covered in skin
The thick conditions of reality
Falling under the sapphire sea
Held down by the weight of agony

Bathe my faith in floods of red
Uncovering ponds of inspiration
I can find myself inside the warmth
And lose it once again in isolation

Walk me through the blossom trees
Let me swim in the erotic moments of me

Call me the singer
Taken by voices
In songs you should have known
Screaming the choices

Should the images remember her
And pull the threads of my expressions
The songs never touched by her scented skins
In regret of strong emotions

She prides herself on desert skies
Finds pleasures in the sunsets of her mind
Drinks the weeping tears of falling men
The spirit with the breath of life

I knew before the spirit took her
I saw right through her azure eyes
The warm vibrations that came in floods
Her songs that rained in tearful lines

The sands of her...
The dreams of her...
The darkness of her...
The spirit of her...

[Instrumental]

The Spirit listens to sounds outside her window
As she stands in direction for me
Dressed down before the angels of broken wings
And her movements in shape for the scenes

The Singer walks in walls with shadows on his face
So many thoughts on a distant mind
Mistaken by sanded visions of youth
So overcome by threads of time
(Threads of time...)

Cleansing with all the spirit
To wipe the skin clear of the day
Fade away into the essence
Of the water that runs in pain

In a Singer's daydreams we find
We could hang upon her eyes
Wipe away the flesh of her
Colored dark by sweet good-byes
(Sweet good-byes)

Cleansing with all the spirit
To wipe the skin clear of the day
Fade away into the essence
Of the water that runs in pain

The alignment of galaxies
Brings resolutions
And a Singer without words
To songs the Spirit knew then

How can you miss something so much when it was never yours to begin with? That's what you keep trying to tell yourself but it never really helps things much...does it? It always seems to be raining down on you, completely saturating the spirit. And, oh god, her expressions...her smile was always so intoxicating...so haunting...A lot of cold nights and a few too many tears shed...for the resolution of men.

April has always been a child without love. Her parents are constantly arguing around the house and never have any time for her. When she is alone in her room she listens to the radio to focus her energy on something worthwhile. Her mother is a good spirit led astray by her father, but manages to buy April a small piano. That is where our story begins...

April was never really that good for her
So Mother and Father would say, as they screamed out her name
A child they never touch, never talk to
The instruction of their ways may leave nothing but pain

They say the outside world will only hurt you
They say the dreams of children die in you
Still your mother noticed and heard your radio
The only gift she gave was that piano

So unbridled, she comes unfurled
And who makes her hold it in
How overwhelming a song can be
To drive her cold within

She plays for hours
She practices the day away
It keeps the noise down
From constant battles down the hall
Only her fingers
Captured in movements of the keys
Could feel emotion
From her distorted withdraw

So unbridled, she comes unfurled
And who makes her hold it in
How overwhelming a song can be
To drive her cold within

And through the radio she hears her song
So she learns it, she embraces it
Her fingers tremble when he plays the note
But she feels it, and she knows it

April needs someone for these feelings
Piercing down through her head
Only the darkness in her father
Came flowing out instead
As her fingers began so simply
The father gave his peace
The bullet that killed her piano
Was also her mother's release

April is left alone to fend for herself. She's never been around love and does not know how to accept it, especially in an orphanage. Therefore, she is sent to a hospital where she can be properly evaluated. It's there that she is reunited with the keys. The sparkle in her eye seems to be fading back in when she spends time with the nurse...

Then his madness was restrained in April
As she reaches the village of children
Holding her lips into the passing years
For expirations of what should have been

Existence isn't what's slowly behind
And it's not the only thing she forgot
She is kindly playing out the symptoms
Of an embrace holding onto thoughts

Quiet as she goes
A failure in regression
Fragments of her must be uncovered
And put back together
Before we're left with none

For April there is no friendly design
Only the radio she carried through

Her song has only forgotten the way
To drive the illness that she cried into
Manipulation of her static mind
Walking into the piano they found

The psychotic composition of her
Quickly settles by the unwritten sounds

Quiet as she goes
A failure in regression
Fragments of her must be uncovered
And put back together
Before we're left with none

Once the pieces found their way together
She found a friend before she found herself
She only waited for deliverance
From the confinement that she should have felt

The piano finds its way back to her
And the fever of her song is still strong
As we listen to April's memories
The fatal crash that killed her friend and her song

Quiet as she goes
A failure in regression
Fragments of her must be uncovered
And put back together
Before we're left with none

Her strength in those notes still makes her tremble
Her burning heart if only so subtle

A mind is thrown into chaos

She still has the keys to keep her busy and that's the only thing that brings her mind back into equilibrium. However, now she's on her own and looking to make her way. There's no one to turn to in the big city and she finds herself playing for change as the trains fly by...

But I must make the most of my tie
A change of scenery
Changing fragments of this life
Standing before a city skyline
A slip of catching breath
And then caught holding too tight

With no money or a place to go
Shading their eyes at me
They shaded the train and my stage
Familiar songs come from my fingers
Dancing to stop and hear
They dance into my serenade

What dismay, I've lost my way
And still I walk this path
For moments, my sweet moments
When my piano plays at last

And then softly he gives his promise
Before I got lost in his eyes
He has a certain serenity
That only his gaze can provide

What dismay, I've lost my way
And still I walk this path
For moments, my sweet moments
When my piano plays at last

As long as I play my piano
I could be playing for his crowd
I hear my song when he speaks to me
But I've never heard it this loud

What dismay, I've lost my way
And still I walk this path
For moments, my sweet moments
When my piano plays at last

April's fortunes seem to be on the rise since she has a new place for her to play. She is content in the Ivory, where people actually listen to her: she finally feels like she might be where she supposed to be. That old familiar song starts drifting back into her head every time she gazes into his eyes. It is time to teach someone else her song.

I live and breathe for my new Ivory
As I stumbled into destiny
I've followed his eyes when they come my way
And I'm taken to him today

And when his gesture
Becomes his picture
I'm simply assured
By his demeanor

Remember my song
I'm singing along
When he says it's wrong
It should be our song

And so he buys the baby grand
So he can hear my song at last
We fade to one...

I've seen my body, I've seen it unfold
It takes the senses and leads me away
But I know passion, now I know it well
These are the memories our song has made

The crowd must never be kept in suspense
So I promise the time is tonight
And then we stare to never lose our sight
Only to see someone blind our eyes

Stealing my money
I stay with my keys
Guns pointing at me
Then he starts to scream

All becomes silent
And all is content
My song's only sent
In dying torment

I've seen my body, I've seen it unfold
It takes the senses and leads me away
But I know passion, now I know it well
These are the memories our song has made

Life never turns out exactly the way we expect it. April finally felt like she was going to be able to share her song and melody with him, but she feels like it is time to share that song. She knows what it will do to her if she plays it, but it can't be kept in any longer. After so many silent years she kneels down before the grave to play the notes...

April was never really that good for her
As she watched them lower him down
Once again there is a confinement in her
As her tears fell into broken ground

She waits until they are alone
And she plays her piano...

So unbridled, she came undone
It's time to finish your song
Oh April, overwhelming yourself
On passions held on too long

The notes send you shivering
The pain of your song ending
But still you play on...
You know that your time is done
If only you'd had someone
And still you play on...

So unbridled, she came undone
It's time to finish your song
Oh April, overwhelming yourself
On passions held on too long

Blood begins to form the stream
That drops slowly on the key
And you struggle on...
So the last note never dies
Her heart explodes deep inside
And April is gone...

So unbridled, she came undone
It's time to finish your song
Oh April, overwhelming yourself
On passions held on too long.