Avantasia, Michael Kiske, Jørn Lande - Arabesque lyrics

Wandering the low lands and high plains
Been crossing the mountains sailing the sea
Anxiety-free

Been craving for rain in the desert
Saw bleak nights devour
The day's blazing heat - oh

A light burning out
Tied to the canon's apron hie in obedience
To the scantiness of times meant to astound
Entangled in adornment an ornament sublime

Dreams allayed no weakness gets betrayed

Right on swaying to the sacred fanfares
Don't you stop to run
From paradise to despair

Yeah, strident voices

Now why don't you? Why do you slow down?
Right on! Don't speak, don't wonder!
That way! This way! Don't walk astray!
Welcome to the arabesque

Oh

Oh

You beat up against the wind and the flow
Concealing your tears
With the sweat from your brow
No one sees them they're next to you
Deride them despite they're the faithful
The only, the true, oh

Got a navigation map and aspiration
If only that good old chart
Would show the seas ya gonna sail
Run up and down until you stand to reason
Faithfully you break

Dreams aligned stalwartly confined

Right on swaying to the sacred fanfares
Don't you stop to run
To the promised land in despair

Voices screaming:

Now why don't you? Why do you slow down?
Right on! Don't speak, don't wonder!
That way! This way! Don't walk astray!
Welcome to the arabesque

Toss and turn all night got to get it right
Is it just a dream or runaway fantasy?
Reverie out of kilter?

Got to carry on go on, play along
Don't you let them drown
As they help you drown
Your feelings in a philtre

I want the turmoil to go away
And slowly I'd trouble no more like a grain
The wild wind blows away
From a whispering, blistering shore

If you'd look back at the shore
Through my eyes

Having sailed just a mile in my shell
Hold to think and maybe feel what it's like
At the deep and of slightly unwell

Got to carry on must be going strong
Wipe away the tears put your vizard on
Welcome to the creep show

Welcome to the freakshow!

And I'm dreaming of mother love
And colouring outside the lines like a child
Beyond growing up
And the pain that goes along with it
To escape these confines

O-o-o oh, no breath for pretence
Refuse to make sense

Right on swaying to the sacred fanfares
Don't you stop to run
From paradise to despair

Searing voices:

Now why don't you? Why do you slow down?
Right on! Don't speak, don't wonder!
That way! This way! Don't walk astray!
Welcome to the arabesque

Right on swaying to the sacred fanfares

Don't you stop to run right on, right on

Through the pain and the fire
Through the wind and the rain
Walking a long way from home

Right on