Turns To Me
Savatage Lyrics

Stands all alone
She is isolated and alone in her experiences

Looks in the mirror
She examines herself and reflects on her desires

And sees what she wanted to be
She sees the ideal version of herself that she envisioned

Safely unknown
She prefers to remain unnoticed and unseen by others

To anyone near her
She keeps her true self hidden from anyone who may be close to her

She sees what she wanted to see
She perceives the reality she desires rather than the truth

And turns to me
She seeks comfort and support from someone

She was prophesied
She was predicted or foreseen to face difficulties

For an early slide
She was destined to experience a downfall at a young age

Followed it to the letter
She adhered strictly to the predicted path of her life

Well kept beauty queen
She maintained her appearance and beauty

If there, always seen
Whenever she was present, she was always noticed

Still you thought she'd know better
Despite her image, people expected her to make wiser choices

No erasing
There's no way to undo

The time you're wasting
The time that is being wasted

But when you're wasting
When you're in the process of wasting it

You don't care
You don't have concern or regard for it

All those pieces
All the fragmented parts or aspects

In short term leases
In temporary or transitory agreements

But when you need them
When you need those pieces later on

They're not there
They are absent or unavailable

For all those moments of yesterday
For all the past experiences

She's traded every tomorrow
She has sacrificed her future opportunities

And now all those moments are so far away
Those memories and experiences feel distant and unattainable

Ghosts haunt each word she would say
Regrets and reminders of the past linger in her speech

As she walks among the decay
She moves through a decaying and deteriorating environment

She had oscar wilde's
She possessed the same timeless style as Oscar Wilde

Timeless sense of style
An everlasting and sophisticated fashion sense

As had been her intention
It was her deliberate aim to mirror such elegance

Still she was afraid
Despite her confidence, she had fears and anxieties

Time must be repaid
The inevitable passage of time must be compensated for

And there'd be no redemption
She believed she could not be saved or forgiven

Youth and time collide
Her youthful spirit clashes with the passing of time

She could not decide
She struggled to make a definitive choice

On a certain direction
She couldn't determine a clear path or purpose

Time was catching up
The relentless march of time was catching up to her

Carefully made up
She put on a facade and meticulously crafted her appearance

She avoided detection
She successfully evaded being discovered or noticed

I saw it too
I witnessed her struggles and conflicts

Closer than you
I had a closer understanding of her situation than others

What else is there left to say
There is nothing more to add or communicate

Wait for me now
Have patience and wait for my arrival

I will be there for you
I promise to support and be present for you

This I will vow
I solemnly swear and commit to it

If you still want me to
If you still desire my presence

But it won't be
But it won't happen

This I have always known
I have always been aware of this fact

And in the dark
In times of uncertainty or despair

There's no one to pray for me now
There is no one to offer prayers or support me in those moments

I don't understand what I'm feeling tonight
I am confused about my emotions in this moment

I don't understand but I'm waiting
I don't comprehend, but I am patiently anticipating

Searching the shadows that fade in the light
Exploring the hidden aspects that become visible in the light

But I'm feeling alive
I am experiencing a sense of vitality

Trying to survive
Struggling to endure and persevere

Float with the tide
Going with the flow and adapting to circumstances

Till you arrive and I
Until you come and join me

So he now turned to the ocean
He shifted his attention and focus to the sea

Saying it was never meant to be
Expressing that their connection was never destined or intended

And the ocean never said a word
The ocean remained silent, offering no response

Though in truth she disagreed
Despite her silence, she had an opposing opinion

And on the sand before him
In the sandy area in front of him

While the waves broke gently white
As the waves crashed softly, creating white foam

The ocean listened carefully
The ocean attentively paid attention to him

As he told her of his life
As he shared the details and experiences of his existence

I have been around the world
I have traveled extensively

I've pursued the moon in flight
I have chased after the moon's ever-changing position

I have read the words of Shakespeare
I have engaged with Shakespeare's writings

By a midnight arctic light
Under the illumination of the midnight arctic sun

I have run between the dragon's teeth
I have taken risks and faced dangers

And lived to tell the tail
And survived to share the story

I have danced across a stardust sky
I have experienced a sense of euphoria and wonder

And never left a trail
And left no trace or evidence behind

I've seen things few could imagine
I have witnessed things that most people cannot comprehend

And I never will forget
And those memories will forever remain with me

But I've never had a family
But I have never had a close-knit group of loved ones

And this I do regret
And I feel remorse or sadness because of it

Now all I've loved have gone before me
Everyone I have loved has passed away before me

And of the future I have great doubts
I am uncertain and skeptical about what lies ahead

And though it seems I still have time left
Despite having time remaining, I feel that it is meaningless

I now feel time I can do without
I no longer value or desire the passing of time

And I have wondered to myself
I have pondered and questioned internally

Why should death set its own time
Why should death dictate its own timing

Is it just a final jest from fate
Is it a final prank or irony orchestrated by destiny

To add onto her other crimes?
To further contribute to fate's other wrongdoings

For I have no wish to wait around
I have no desire to linger or remain

While all my senses fade
As my senses gradually diminish in strength

And one by one return the gifts
And one by one lose the abilities or faculties

That youth so freely gave
That were once bestowed upon me during my youth

Wired to some cold machine
Connected to a life-sustaining machine

That maps my every breath
That monitors and documents each inhalation and exhalation

And signals at the proper time
And notifies others of the correct moment

Less they should miss my death
So they don't miss the occasion of my passing

And all this service I suspect
I suspect that all this assistance

Is less done by goodwill
Is motivated less by kindness or compassion

Than by the fear that they should miss
But rather due to their fear of overlooking

A final chance to bill
The last opportunity to make monetary charges or expenses

So I've decided to leave this world
So I have made the decision to depart from this existence

And have devised a plan
And I have created a detailed strategy

To sail to sea in a small boat
To embark on a voyage alone in a small boat

Well out of sight of land
Far away from any visible shoreline

To sail once more upon the deep
To experience the open ocean again

Like a viking to his resting place
Like a viking sailing to his final resting place

Then slip forever neath the waves
Then to forever descend beneath the waves

An exit with some grace
A departure marked by dignity and poise

And the ship shall be my coffin
The ship itself will serve as my burial vessel

On this last voyage that I take
On this final journey that I embark on

And my trail left through the water
And my path left behind in the water

Will be my final wake
Will act as my last farewell

I have done more than thought about this
I have contemplated this deeply and extensively

On my life I've closed every door
I have shut off all possibilities and opportunities in my life

I have left a will beside my bed
I have prepared a legal document stating my final wishes

And the boat is there offshore
And the boat is waiting just offshore

And all I ask is your assistance
And the only thing I request is your help

When that ship is well away from the land
When the ship has distanced itself from the shoreline

That you send a storm to embrace us
That you unleash a storm to surround and engulf us

And take us gently in your hand
And guide us safely through the storm

When he had finished speaking
After he had completed his statement

Some points the ocean did concede
The ocean reluctantly granted some of his requests

But when he said his final word
But when he uttered his last remark

She once more disagreed
She once again expressed her opposition

I'll think about this if I may
I will consider this request, if you allow

I need not rush the tide
There is no need to hasten or rush the natural flow of events

For in this world of too little time
In this world where time is scarce

There's always time to die
There is always time to face death

You seem so eager to end this life
You appear enthusiastic about bringing your life to a close

And with your death to dance
And to use your death as an opportunity to celebrate

That you ignored his putrid breath
That you disregarded the deceptive allure of death

Now perfumed with romance
Now masked with a romantic and tempting fragrance

The sailor said you cannot understand
The sailor argued that she cannot comprehend

The needs or wants of men
The desires and requirements of men

So I'll ask you once more for your help
So I will request your assistance once again

And I shall not ask again
And I will not make the request a third time

Then the ocean pulled her waves back
Then the ocean retreated with its waves

And beckoned him stand near
And invited him to come closer

And when he had stepped closer
And when he had moved nearer

She whispered in his ear
She spoke quietly and confidentially to him

That every man
That every person, regardless of gender

Is born you see
Is born, you understand

Beneath the sword
Under the looming threat of death

Damocles
Referring to the story of Damocles and the sword hanging above his head

For young and old
For both the young and the old

Are all alive
Have the capability to live and experience life

On that next beat
On the next moment or pulse of existence

On which we ride
On which we journey or traverse

And that beat is such
And that moment is so precious

A fragile thing
A delicate and vulnerable entity

In both old men
In both elderly individuals

Or youthful king
Or in young rulers or leaders

And that beat
And that moment of existence

Stands all alone you see
Is isolated and distinct, separate from everything else

Between us
Between each individual person

And black eternity
And the endless expanse of time

And though death is surely
And even though death is undoubtedly

Each man's fate
The destiny or ultimate end of every person

Until that time
Until that specific moment in the future

Let each man wait
Allow each person to patiently await their fate

So be careful as you go through life
Be cautious and mindful as you navigate existence

What you romanticize
Be aware of the things you idealize or romanticize

I find such things are rarely true
I have discovered that such things are seldom accurate

And far more rarely wise
And even less frequently wise or sensible

The sailor then listened carefully
The sailor then paid close attention, listening intently

And every thought was filed
And he mentally noted and categorized every thought

And though he was still not quite convinced
And although he was not completely persuaded yet

He agreed to wait awhile
He made the decision to be patient for a little longer

And meanwhile further down the beach
In the meantime, farther along the shoreline

There stood a younger man
There was a younger man standing

And he too felt the sand of time
He also sensed the passage of time slipping away

Was running through his hands
Was slipping through his fingers, escaping his grasp

But this youth felt they ran too fast
However, this young person believed that time was moving too quickly

As he stood near a rusting dock
Standing close to a decaying and corroded dock

And heard the waves marking time
And listened to the waves as they kept track of time

Like some relentless clock
Similar to an unyielding and unstoppable timepiece

He felt his future was not here
He believed that his destiny was not in this place

Of this he had no doubt
He was completely certain about this revelation

And even though he was eighteen
And even though he was only eighteen years old

His time was running out
His time was diminishing or coming to an end