The storyteller Lyrics

The storyteller grabs his pen

The storyteller's about to spill his heart again

Of the urge's strike, nobody knows when

The storyteller's a writer with blood in his pen

The storyteller's an archaeologist

Digging up old bones from his soul, finding feelings he missed

And painting pictures it seems just for the thrill of it

Nothing compares to the softness of a good story's kiss

The storyteller's amused, the pen that he use

Doubles as a shovel to dig up all his precious jewels

He leaves a few clues, some call them metaphors

He struggles with ideas, duels with them - el matador

And as he hangs up his life's work for him

He wonders if anyone else would be interested

He stares into the abyss, all perplexed

Wondering if he really does this for him

I'll never sacrifice my art

I'll never sacrifice my heart

I'll never sacrifice my art

Could never kill my precious heart

The storyteller's mantra as he thinks in the dark

Sensitive and hoping for acceptance's how it all starts

But he'll never sacrifice his art

He'll never give up his whole heart

Art or heart, I can't tell the difference

It's all the same, I lose it, I miss it

It's all the same to me I will die

And for my life I'll put up the fight

My study carries on, the storyteller's strong

But the urge to succumb's battle still rages on

And thoughts of the applause, fantasise being a god

Yet he writes to surprise and still cannot be bought

He fights the urge to feel special

Knowing it brings downfall, his calm is intentional

A tiring battle but c'est la vie

The greater the gift on a man the more controlled he must be

There's no room for me, no room for mediocrity

No room for defeat, he must stick to his philosophy

He must keep the peace, he must keep the calm

Of the blood thirsty waters that drown all those who would succumb

And leap on

Painting the purest of pictures

The honest perspectives of someone with the cleanest objectives

As the pen draws the last drop of blood from his heart

Oh, my!

This is art

I'll never sacrifice my art

I'll never sacrifice my heart

I'll never sacrifice my art

Could never kill my precious heart

The storyteller's mantra as he thinks in the dark

Sensitive and hoping for acceptance's how it all starts

But he'll never sacrifice his art

He'll never give up his whole heart

Art or heart, I can't tell the difference

It's all the same, I lose it, I miss it

It's all the same to me I will die

And for my life I'll put up the fight