Fading Tune (Live Unplugged Version) Video (MV)

I was fourteen when I walked back home,
A crowd at the door, waiting, unknown.
They weren't there for me but for my dad,
Inside with the TV, a future so clad.

They said he was the next big flame,
Of rock that had long lost its claim.
But he was no longer young to rise,
In a land where promises wear thin disguise.

And once again, it all fell through,
Once again, the fame withdrew.
Once again, no one to blame,
Once again, my father's game.

And he said to me, "My son,
Don't let the music make you run.
Don't let it slip into your heart,
And fool you like a work of art.
My son, one day you'll grow old,
So choose a path that keeps you bold.
A road that lets you still survive,
When dreams no longer keep you alive."

He'd pack his guitar with heavy sighs,
Still chasing notes under faded skies.
I watched him play in dim-lit bars,
Dreaming of glory beneath the stars.

He'd say, "This life, it takes its toll,
It drains the passion, but not the soul."
But even passion can lose its glow,
When the world stops watching the show.

And once again, he tried so hard,
Once again, he played his card.
But the hand he held was cold and bare,
And all his dreams hung in the air.

And he said to me, "My son,
Don't let the music make you run.
Don't let it slip into your heart,
And fool you like a work of art.
My son, one day you'll grow old,
So choose a path that keeps you bold.
A road that lets you still survive,
When dreams no longer keep you alive."

Now I walk with his words inside,
Knowing the dangers of the ride.
Music may call, but I know the end,
It's better to find a way to mend.