The Bigger Picture
Un article de Dreamologie.
(Paroles : John Petrucci)
long before the colors start to bleed i can see the painting come alive clever like an angel in disguise moving in and out of reach if the candle lights this crooked path like a lighthouse peering through the haze i will find the river through the rain and iâll reach the waterâs edge shed your light on me be my eyes when i canât see shed your light on me be my guide so i can see the bigger picture like a moth burned by the fire and driven to the flame (propheciesâ a blessing and a curse) i must bare this cross alone thereâs no one else to blame with each treasure found another shipwreckâs washed ashore i am carried by the current on a slow and steady course [chorus] what if caught in a moment i get lost and can't find my way what if all along i was wrong in every turn, in every way would you talk me off the ledge or let me take the fall better to try and fail then to never try at all you look but cannot see talk but never speak you live but cannot breathe see but donât believe wounds that never heal a heart that cannot feel a dream thatâs all too real a stare as cold as steel iâve listened to the stories of resentment and disdain iâve looked into the empty eyes of anger, fear, and shame iâve taken blood from every stone and traveled every road when i see the distant lights illuminate the night then i will know i am home