作曲 : Andrew Lloyd Webber

作词 : Glenn Slater

One more

Ah, buddy, don't you think you've had enough?

It's practically morning already

One more I said!

Alright, alright. My shift is over anyway

So let's settle the bill, okay?

Jeez, you're in a bad way, ain't you?

Worse than most that wind up here

Here's the morning shift,

Maybe he'll know what to do with you

Yes, yes, what to do with me?

That's the question, isn't it?

It's always been the question, ever since the beginning

She looks for sympathy

I give her sorrow

She asks for honesty

I've none to borrow

She needs my tender kiss

She begs it of me

I give her ugliness

Why does she love me?

She yearns for higher things

Things I can't give her

The rush that music brings

I can't deliver

And even when she sings

And soars above me

I try to clip her wings

Why does she love me?

One more drink, sir

That's what I need, don't you think, sir?

Leave the hurt behind

Did you hear me? Another drink!

She wants the man I was

Husband and father

At least she thinks she does

She needn't bother

Beneath this mask I wear

There is nothing of me

Just horror, shame, despair

Why does she love me?

How about you sir?

Tell me, what am I to do, sir?

Leave the hurt behind

Morning, Bernie! Coffee, please

Hurry up, before I freeze

I'll just take it black

Viscount? Fancy meeting you here

Miss Giry?

Drowning your sorrows, are you?

On the contrary, I'm celebrating a reunion with old friends

Friends I've long thought dead and buried

And you?

Me? I've been for a swim

This town is coarse and cold and mean

It's hard to keep your conscience clean

Faceless in the crowd

Anything's allowed

And so I come at dawn each day

Come to wash it all away

Sink into the sea

Blue and cool and kind

Let it set me free

Let the past unwind

Leave the hurt behind

Miss Giry

What do you think will happen, viscount? At the concert?

Have you thought?

When he hears her sing again?

When she sings...

Ah, Miss Giry. I wish I knew.

But I'm afraid her music has always been somewhat of a mystery to me.

But there's more to listen to music, monsieur.

Believe me! I saw it!

There's something I ... I don't know

Just take her away. Now!

For all our sakes

Sail across the sea

Put us out of mind

Close your eyes and flee

Let yourself stay blind

What do you mean?

What are you talking about?

Trust me monsieur

Don't let her sing

Once he gets into her soul

There's nothing she won't do for him

Leave this place behind.

Miss Giry? Miss Giry!

He is not Mephistopheles, you know!

When it comes down to it,

He's just another circus freak.