(andrew lloyd webber/thomas eliot/trevor nunn). . Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory?. She is smiling alone. . In the lamplight.
Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory. She is smiling alone. In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet. And the wind begins to moan.
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement.. Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone.. In the lamp light the whithered leaves collect at my feet,.
Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory. She is smiling alone. In the lamp light. The withered leaves collect at my feet.
Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her mem'ry?. She is smiling alone. In the lamplight. The withered leaves collect at my feet.
It's time I chose between the two of them,. I'd better make a start.. Someone help me make up my heart.. Tell me how to make up my heart.. . You'd think two lovers would be twice the fun,.
Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory?. She is smiling alone. In the lamplight. The withered leaves collect at my feet.
?Midnight, not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory. She is shining alone.. In the lamplight the whithered leaves collect at my feet.