6: 00 — текст песни (Dream Theater)

- kevin moore



"six oclock on a christmas morning..."

"and for what? "

"well, isnt it for the honor of god,

Aunt kate? "

"i know all about the honor of god,

Mary jane."



Six oclock the siren kicks him from a dream

Tries to shake it off but it just wont stop

Cant find the strength but hes got promises to keep

And wood to chop before he sleeps



I may never get over

But nevers better than now

Ive got bases to cover



Hes in the parking lot and hes just sitting in his car

Its nine oclock but he cant get out

He lights a cigarette

And turns the music down

But just cant seem to shake that sound



Once I thought Id get over

But its too late for me now

Ive got bases to cover



Melody walks through the door

And memory flies out the window

And nobody knows what they want

til they finally let it all go



The pain inside

Coming outside



So many ways to drown a man

So many ways to drag him down

Some are fast and some take years and years

Cant hear what hes saying when hes talking in his sleep

He finally found the sound but hes in too deep



I could never get over

Is it too late for me now?

Feel like blowing my cover



Melody walks through the door

And memory flies out the window

And nobody knows what they want

til they finally let it all go



But dont cut your losses too soon

cause youll only be cutting your throat

And answer a call while you still hear at all

cause nobody will if you wont



"six oclock on a christmas morning..."

"i know all about the honor of god,

Mary..."

"i know all about the honor of god,

Mary jane."