There's an open book lying on the table
Tells the tales of days gone by
Of the Queen and the Rook who went on the offensive
While the King was left behind
I didn't ask For any attention but the world had turned its eye
And you didn't ask to get any older
But you felt the curse of time
The compass rose will show you the direction
But you still need to know where to go
One day you'll know, after all the suffering
What lies at the end of the road
But until then, until then...
There's a tale told from father to son
Tells of the things that lie ahead
Of the things that he's done and all of his regrets
And the things he'd do instead
He wouldn't wish any of his baggage
On the ones he wanted dead
And all that he wants is to lay down his sword
And rest his weary head
The compass rose will show you the direction
But you still need to know where to go
One day you'll know, after all the suffering
What lies at the end of the road
But until then, until then...
Until then
Until then
Until then
Until then
Until then
Until then
Until then
Until then
Until then
Until then
Until then
Until then
Until then
Until then
Until then
Until then
The compass rose will show you the direction
But you still need to know where to go
One day you'll know, after all the suffering
What lies at the end of the road
But until then, until then