A boy flies for freedom. But dies for the peace. In the clouds, he waits for an answer. But there's no release. . It's strange here without you. And it's so hard to see.
(bairnson). . I only know what I can see. So I imagine what could be. Where the horizon cuts the air. Look for me out there. . Someday I'll touch the blue blue sky.
(bairnson). . I only know what I can see. So I imagine what could be. Where the horizon cuts the air. Look for me out there. . Someday I'll touch the blue blue sky.
All along the shoreline. There are footprints by the sea. They head into the distance. Then they lead right back to me. . I made the break to freedom.
No clock beside my bed, don't try to wake me. No phone upon my wall, who's going to call?. No knock upon my door, no news to shake me. Nights like the one before, I can't take no more.
Stand up, and with your hand on the Bible. Tell the truth to one and all. 'Cause you know that feeling. When you've got your back against the wall. . My God, it's only Tuesday tomorrow.
Featuring Jeremy Parsons. Written by Eric Woolfson and Alan Parsons. . The clock struck midnight. And through my sleeping. I heard a tapping at my door.
Do you really wanna know me?. Do you care what's inside?. Can you ever really show me?. There's no secrets I must hide. . If I bare my soul, can you accept it all?.
Break the silence. [Inaudible]. . Can you hear me cry. Across the great divide?. Do you hear me callin'. Or are my tears just fallin'?. . In an ocean of regret.
JAVERT. There, out in the darkness. A fugitive running. Fallen from grace. Fallen from grace. God be my witness. I never shall yield. Till we come face to face.
Combufree:. At Notre Dame. The sections are prepared!. Fuelly:. At rue de Bac. They're straining at the leash!. Couferac:. Students, workers, everyone.
DRINKER THREE. Come on you old pest. . DRINKER TWO. Fetch a bottle of your best. . DRINKER ONE. What's the nectar of the day?. . (Thenardier enters with a flask of wine).
(1832. The teeming, squalid streets of Paris. Beggars, urchins, prostitutes, students, etc.). . Beggars. Look down, look down, and see the beggars at your feet.
(Javert walks the deserted streets until he comes to a bridge over the river Seine). JAVERT. Who is this man?. What sort of devil is he. To have me caught in a trap.
GAVROCHE. Liar!. Good evening, dear inspector. Lovely evening, my dear.. I know this man, my friends. His name is Inspector Javert. So don't believe a word he says.
VALJEAN:. Now you are here. again beside me. now i can die in peace. for now my life is blessed. . COSSETTE:. you will live, papa. you're going to live.
"Thenardier:. here's a hint of gold. stuck into a tooth. pardon me mieseur. you won't be needing it no more. . shouldn't be too hard to sell. add it to the pile.