NIGHTWISH LYRICS
ALBUM ELAN 2015
1. Élan (Album Version)
Leave the sleep and let the springtime talk
in tongues from the time before man
listen to a daffodil tell her tale
Let the guest in, walk out, be the first to greet the morn
The meadows of heaven await harvest
the cliffs unjumped cold waters untouched
The elsewhere creatures yet unseen
Finally your number came up
Free fall awaits the brave.
Come, taste the wine, race the blind
we will guide you from the light, writing noughts till the end of time..
Come, surf the clouds, race the dark,
it feeds from the runs undone,
meet me where the cliff greets the sea...
The answer to the riddle before your eyes
is in dead leaves and fleeting skies
returning swans and sedulous mice
writings on the garden's book
in the minute of a lover’s look.
Building a sandcastle close to the shore
A house of cards from a worn out deck.
A home from the fellowship, poise and calm,
writing lyric for the song
only you can understand..
[Chorus]
Riding hard every shooting star
come to life open mind
have a laugh at the orthodox,
Come, drink deep, let the dam of mind seep,
Travel with great Élan
Dance a jig at the funeral...
[Chorus]
2. Sagan (Non-Album Bonus Track)
Make me wonder
Make me understand
Spark the light of doubt and a newborn mind
Bring the vast unthinkable down to earth
Always wary of a captive thought
Beware the very first unkind word
See who you are, where from, what of
Entering the unknown
Sending all the poets to the stars
Daring to see beyond the manmade
Woe to you who evade the horizon
Listening to Sagan
Dreaming Carl Sagan
Unseen streams
With understanding no poet is trapped
Woe to all who stop at the horizon
What kind of world would we call home
Our own
Oasis of love, humility and hope
Eradicating all that's not for life
What kind of aim would we call high
What kind of life would bathe in the brightest white
A limitless world will rise
Son a man, dare to let go of cowardice
3. Élan (Alternate Version)
Leave the Sleep and let the springtime talk
In tongues from the time before man
Listen to a daffodil tell her tale
Let the guest in, walk out, be the first to greet the morn
The meadows of heaven await harvest
The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched
The elsewhere creatures yet unseen
Finally your number came up, free fall awaits the brave
Come
Taste the wine
Race the blind
They will guide you from the light
Writing noughts till the end of time
Come
Surf the clouds
Race the dark
It feeds from the runs undone
Meet me where the cliff greets the sea
The answer to the riddle before your eyes
Is in dead leaves and fleeting skies
Returning swans and sedulous mice
Writings the garden's book
In the minute of a lover's look
Building a sandcastle close to the shore
A house of cards from a worn out deck
A home from the fellowship, poise and calm
Write a lyric for the song only you can understand
Riding hard every shooting star
Come to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox
Come, drink deep let the dam of mind seep
Travel with great Élan, dance a jig at the funeral
Come!
4. Élan (Radio Edit)
Leave the Sleep and let the springtime talk
In tongues from the time before man
Listen to a daffodil tell her tale
Let the guest in, walk out, be the first to greet the morn
The meadows of heaven await harvest
The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched
The elsewhere creatures yet unseen
Finally your number came up, free fall awaits the brave
Come
Taste the wine
Race the blind
They will guide you from the light
Writing noughts till the end of time
Come
Surf the clouds
Race the dark
It feeds from the runs undone
Meet me where the cliff greets the sea
The answer to the riddle before your eyes
Is in dead leaves and fleeting skies
Returning swans and sedulous mice
Writings the garden's book
In the minute of a lover's look
Building a sandcastle close to the shore
A house of cards from a worn out deck
A home from the fellowship, poise and calm
Write a lyric for the song only you can understand
Riding hard every shooting star
Come to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox
Come, drink deep let the dam of mind seep
Travel with great Élan, dance a jig at the funeral
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