Chris DeGarmo, Geoff Tate, Michael Wilton
All eyes were staring you floated through the room.
Armed with your razor smile cutting to the bone.
My voice fell useless you flashed a quick “Hello”.
Feeling the fool, could you tell it showed?
But that was “Sometime Ago.”,
a memory vague and fading slow,
of somewhere I'd been.
HAND ON HEART.
Apromise, a word, and a voice.
HAND ON HEART.
A rhythm of hope and choice will keep us together.
I don't know know if I can reach that high.
It's a long way to fall.
Hauntingly holding my fate, with a gaze.
Like a child mesmerized by the candle's flame.
Oh what lies behind those eyes, I could only guess.
That certain way you stood apart from all the rest.
Now where is “Sometime Ago”?
When everything moved in slow - mo-tion.
Caught by my watering eye.
* HAND ON HEART.
A promise, a word and a voice.
HAND ON HEART.