(tim rice/benny andersson/bjoern ulvacus). From the musical, chess. . No man, no madness,. Though their sad power may prevail,. Can possess, conquer, my country's heart.
Evening is unreal. When morning leaves the moon. Approaching most in tears. He dances draped and new [?]. Armed with many warnings. We face the ancient mode[?].
What's a miracle. If life itself is not?. Who am I to praise its worth. With a hymn. I may stumble. Over words that I forgot,. Just as life itself. May slowly begin..
She wasn't very pretty,. She wasn't very smart,. But everything she said to him came strait from her heart.. . Write a song about me,. Sing a song that's of my day,.
Changes that were hardly noticed. Until time itself became a chain. Once hot blood began to cool. My ever slowing heart beat in vain. . From the nightmare I wake in another dream.
somewhere between where we say and we do.. we knew.. bottle back.. quick with burn.. to burn this away.
I never had a job on Wall Street.. Never was a man of means.. There's nothing social about social security.. Never found no pork in my beans.. I always did what my mama told me..
And I found my soul. When every feeling has been crushed by your world. And you know, I'll find. My purity inside is all that's mine. . You make me feel what you feel.
A nation stands with heart in hand. To sing their anthem proudly. Voices raised to sing their praise. Of their hollow country. All this talk of freedom.