Streets of Ages Capo: 3
Lost places is where I go
To find the pieces of my soul
I said goodbye to
In cruel times of fight
Old-fashioned manners
Faces drown in blood
I wander through the streets of ages
My palm is dead of crying stars
Recalling ancient times
I hear the whispers calling
For a fight I cannot win
I give them all the glory
My sword and all my tears
Now that I'm free of burdens
I say farewell to scars
They were my friends forever
But forever never comes
The moment of the story
Is dead before its end
I'm here, it's now
There is no other place to go again
There is no home in thinking
The travelling makes me tired
I lay (my head) down on the warm grass
Of the glorious sunshine
And it will warm me
And it will calm me down
And it will warm me
And it will calm me down