Music: White, Keyser Lyrics: White Twilight undisturbed - a formidable silence The mind rampant in its solitary depression Vacuous feelings - the sudden
But you and I, we've been through that and this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late" All along the watchtower, princes
the Macabre Silently watching the stones put there as a symbol of death Our minds united; A force is lit, and insight creates A humanoid watchtower,
here for the hate forgotten A rearview mirror to all lost souls A slow burn shattered the field Pain through body fire drained vein Walk down to the watchtower
But you and I, we've been through that And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now The hour is getting late, late All along the watchtower
, we've been through that And that is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now Because the hour is getting late Hey, hey, hey All along the watchtower
as the wind began to howl Oh, there are those among us right here, right now Who still see life as some kind of a joke All along the watchtower, said, all along this watchtower
you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower,
But you and I We've been through that And this is not our fate So let us Not talk falsely now The hour Is getting late All along the watchtower Princes
been through that And that is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now Because the hour is getting late, hey, hey, hey All along the watchtower
you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes
've been through all that,(Yes we have) and this is not our fate. So let us not talk falsly, the hour is getting late And All along the Watchtower
Twilight undisturbed - a formidable silence The mind rampant in its solitary depression Vacuous feelings - the sudden strike of fear Drawn into the nocturnal
One moment's pause One moments retreat Away from the heat... The silent surroundings The black of the predawn sky The chilled air of night All give meaning
Human influence shapes human thought Few question, few answer, praising innovation Society seeking conformity Society thriving on regulation Observe and