Hold on, you can hold on to the people you believe in And never let them go Hold on, hold on to the feelings that you're feeling Hold on and never let
sadness, Suffering enormous pain, the truth of all to be, Crawling back to life through ever-blinding darkness. Free falling, face falling, find the life to hold on
need haven`t heard anything about poetry They only know their painful greed [Pre-chorus] Don`t ever trust those who say they know Those who show and force
holds my soul can you hear me calling? silent goddess won't you conduct my fear away silent goddess won't you be closer when I hate silent goddess will you forever be the same silent
on the road wide open arms can feel so cold so cold feel so cold balance the books, the ledges, the loons the disappointed look on the faces that squint
stagehand, JOSEPH BUQUET, holding a length of rope, which looks almost like a noose) LEFEVRE Buquet! For God's sake, man, what's going on up there? BUQUET
(PHANTOM) You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent . . . I have brought you
tells all we know... We look to tin jesus on the radio Pledge me what you got... I'll give you eternal resting spot How intense I pray depends on how
into a time that we've all seen on Into a time that we've all seen on High the memory carry on While the moments start to linger Sail away among your
scheme of thangs We kings and queens eatin' chicken wings But greasy finger tips can't hold the cepters so it slips Now who's equip to come up on a grip
A light through the wall A pure crystal ball A mystical call between us Like spirits at the source Within a silent driving force Love that reaches everywhere
Time tells all we know we look to it Jesus on the radio Pledge me what you got I'll give you Eternal resting spot How intense I pray depends on how much
silence of seasons on We relive abridge sails afloat As to call light the soul shall sing Of the velvet sailors course on Of the velvet sailors course on
The boatman rose to the sound of his heartbeat Loud in the silent approach of the dawn He glanced through the window at mist on the lake Which hung like
on the road Wide open arms can feel so cold So cold, feel so cold Balance the books, the ledges, the loons The disappointed look on the faces that squint
to be repped on Who whole block get stepped on If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no more gas I'ma ride 'til I put you on your muthafuckin
band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God to thee And the iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me Come on Yeah the dance band on the
