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Christine: Love's a curious thing
It often comes disguised
Look at love the wrong way
It goes unrecognized
So look with your heart
And not with your eyes
The heart understands
The heart never lies
You need what it feels
And trust what it shows
Look with your heart
The heart always knows
Love is not always beautiful
Not at the start
So open your arms
And close your eyes tight
Look with your heart
And when it finds love
Your heart will be right
Learn from someone who knows
Make sure you don't forget
Love will misunderstand
Is love that you'll regret



Gustave: Mother
Look with your heart
And not with your eyes
The heart can't be fooled



Christine: The heart is too wise
Gustave: Forget what you think
Christine: Ignore what you hear
Christine and Gustave: Look with you heart
It always sees clear



Gustave: Love is not always beautiful
Not at the start



Christine: But open your arms
And close your eyes tight
Look with your heart
And when it finds love
Your heart will be right



Christine:
Who knows when love begins?
Who knows what makes it start?
One day it's simply there,
Alive inside in your heart.
It slips into your thoughts,
It infiltrates your soul,
It takes you by surprise,
Then seizes full control.



Try to deny it,
And try to protest,
But love won't let you go,
Once you've been possessed.



Love never dies!
Love will continue!
Love keeps on beating when you're gone!
Love never dies once it is in you!
Life may be fleeting,
Love lives on...
Life may be fleeting,
Love lives on.




Phantom:
Ten long years,
living a mere facade of life.
Ten long years,
wasting my time with smoke and noise.
In my mind,
I hear melodies pure and unearthly,
but I find,
I can't give them a voice without you!
My Christine...!
my Christine...!
Lost and gone...
lost and gone...



The day starts,
the day ends.
Time crawls by.
Night steals in, pacing the floor.
The moments creep,
yet I can't bear to sleep
'til I hear you sing.



And weeks pass.
And months pass.
Seasons fly.
Still you don't through the door.
And in a haze
I count the silent days
'til I hear you sing once more.

And sometimes, at nighttime
I dream that you are there -
But wake holding nothing but the empty air...



And years come,
and years go.
Time runs dry.
Still I ache down to the core.
My broken soul
can't be live and whole
'til I hear you sing once more.



And music, your music,
it teases at my ear!
I turn and it fades away and you're not here!



Let hopes pass!
Let dreams pass!
Let them die!
Without you what are they for?
I'll always feel no more than halfway real,
'til I hear you sing once more!




Comments

rivercat said…
cool post.:) it seems the 2nd vid is gone. years ago i had a voice teacher who was trying to get me into singing like that.
i didnt have a lot of confidence but was getting pretty good then he died of aheart attack and i stopped singing
17 May 2011 at 18:29
AnnaFullStop said…
oh you came back!
well, probably you cannot see the video from the US, cause I can see it here! nice memories of singing you have :)
17 May 2011 at 19:12
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