Radar - Sascha Paeth's Masters Of Ceremony

A heart’s easily broken

When day turns to night

A bow easily taken

When truth is never right

A pledge simply means nothing

When solemn words turn vile

Let me be a sailor

In the seas of Rhye

When we even fail to suffer

And betray the inmost self

With resurrection pending

And nothing seems to help

A token in a game

With self-reliant rules

Faith is one the wane

And life has cut the roots

Take me as I am and let my spirit go

We sail without a radar

But we cross the seven seas

A wish beneath our pillows

In an ocean full of dreams

We will be free

Fear shall be forgiven

When ignorance mistakes

When light is a reflection

Misleading every pace

Drowning in the shadows

That you cast yourself

Facing your own sadness

Frees you from your cell

Take me as I am and let my spirit fly

We sail without a radar

But we cross the seven seas

A wish beneath our pillows

In an ocean full of dreams

We will be free

Paeth

I chased you through the moon-night

As a shadow running low

But i never lost the faith in righteous fantasies

Meant to be

We sail without a radar

In an ocean full of dreams

We sail without a radar

But we cross the seven seas

A wish beneath our pillows

In an ocean full of dreams

We sail without a radar

But we cross the seven seas

A wish beneath our pillows

In an ocean full of dreams

We will be free