(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.
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.