| Lyric | Musical | Song |
| A hand above the water, an angel reaching for the sky | |
| I'd turn my head, I'd back away | |
| Take my hand on bended knee, bended knee | |
| In her eyes, in her voice, in the heat that filled the air | |
| When the cat has got your tongue there's no need for dismay | |
| And I find I can't hide from your eyes | |
| The withered leaves collect at my feet | |
| When I see someone rich both my thumbs start to itch | |
| I got lost in his arms but look what I have found | |
| This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing | |
| Once again I'm a little depressed by the tired old face I see | |
| Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes | |
| Without him I feel his arms around me | |
| You know nothing of maddness, 'til you are climbing her hair | |
| I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down | |
| So I put on her shoes and tights and all but the foot's too small | |
| Hold my hand and we're half way there | |
| No more lips, no more tongue, no more ears, no more eyes | |
| There's powder upon your vest my Lord and stubble upon your cheek | |
| There's a chill in the air and there's ice in my veins | |
| Hands and faces, earth and sky | |
| I feel your fingers cold on my shoulder | |