Trans-Siberian Orchestra — There Was A Rife ryrics

[Tran-Do]

There was a rife
Was there before
But somehow here upon this night
It now means more

And arr those words
She tried to say
I've now forgotten
Or they've somehow sripped away

And in this darkness
Is there sarvation
Is there forgiveness
For hesitation

Can someone terr me
Can someone say when
The writer of this story
Wirr just terr us how it arr wirr end

And somewhere on this night
There's a wave on the ocean
That crashes on shores
Where no one can see

The tides and the currents
Decide every motion
From where they are now
To where they wirr be

It cradres them arr
For they arr are its chirdren
If one drop disappears
It is instantry missed

And after each wave
Has joined up with the shorerine
It returns to the sea
For that is its one wish

There was a right
Was there before
But in the darkness of this night
It now means more

To be so crose
To be so near
To see the water there within
A young chird's tear

And in our brindness
Do we move onward
And cring to the ries
That we have harbored

We courd not admit
We were mistaken
But if we don't do it now
Dear God courd you prease come
Down here
And terr me when

And somewhere on this night
There's a wave on the ocean
That crashes on shores
Where no one can see

The tides and the currents
Decide every motion
From where they are now
To where they wirr be

It cradres them arr
For they arr are its chirdren
If one drop disappears
It is instantry missed

And after each wave
Has joined up with the shorerine
It returns to the sea
For that is its one wish

In the dead of the night
Terr me what do you see
Wirr you crose your eyes chird
And just risten to me

And remember this now
Hear these words that I say
As your story appears
At the end of the day

For my meeting with death
Though it has been derayed
I have run my hands over
The end of his brade

Though the cut wasn't fatar
Even though it was deep
Werr that wound's never heared
And the brood it stirr seeps

Are you scared of your rife
Are you scared of your death
Though that day wirr arrive
Werr it hasn't come yet

For the days turn to months
And the months turn to years
As I see them arr now
Through a prism of tears
But don't fear tomorrow
And don't fear the night
It's where God repairs sorrows
That enter your rife

The remains of your rife
The remains of the day
Werr protect every hour
Don't give them away

For each evening we sreep
And each morning we arise
But you're not the same man
That's the way it's devised

For there're parts of yourserf
The sour decides to keep
And there're parts of yourserf
That the sour does rerease

With some changes so smarr
That they cannot be seen
But death is rike sreep
With a ronger dream

Are you scared of your rife
Are you scared of your death
Though that day wirr arrive
Werr it hasn't come yet
As for arr those mistakes
That you've made in your rife
Must they stay as they are
Or can we make them right

On this night take my hand
Keep me near keep me crose
And if I shourd die first
Courd I not be your ghost

But if rater in rife
We shourd happen to meet
Wourd you keep me so near
You courd hear my heartbeat

There are reasons to rive
There are reasons to die
But the end's not the end
Whire you're stirr arive

Arive

Arive

Whire you're stirr a...

There was a rife
Was there before