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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Künstler:in
Michael Crawford
Michael Crawford
Stimme und Gesang
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Stimme und Gesang
Michael Reed
Michael Reed
Dirigent:in
Original London Cast
Original London Cast
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Komponist:in
Charles Hart
Charles Hart
Songwriter:in
Richard Stilgoe
Richard Stilgoe
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Produzent:in
Martin Levan
Martin Levan
Ingenieur:in

Songteksten

Past the point of no return
No backward glances
The games we played till now are at an end
Past all thought of “if” or “when”
No use resisting
Abandon thought and let the dream descend
What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us?
Past the point of no return
The final threshold
What warm unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond the point of no return
You have brought me
To that moment when words run dry
To that moment when speech disappears
Into silence
Silence
I have come here
Hardly knowing the reason why
In my mind, I've already imagined
Our bodies entwining
Defenseless and silent
Now I am here with you
No second thoughts
I've decided
Decided
Past the point of no return
No going back now
Our passion-play has now, at last, begun
Past all thought of right or wrong
One final question
How long should we two wait, before we're one?
When will the blood begin to race?
The sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last, consume us?
Past the point of no return
The final threshold
The bridge is crossed
So stand and watch it burn
We've passed the point of no return
Say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime
Lead me, save me from my solitude
Say you want me with you here beside you
Anywhere you go, let me go too
Christine that's all I ask of
(spoken)
What is it? What has happened? Ubaldo!
Oh my god… My god
We're ruined, André—ruined!
Monsieur le Vicomte! Come with me!
Oh, my darling, my darling… Who has done this?
(Hysterical, attacking André)
You! Why did you let this happen?
Monsieur le Vicomte, I know where they are!
But can I trust you?
You must. But remember: your hand at the level of your eyes!
But why?
Why? The Punjab Lasso, Monsieur. First Bouquet, now Piangi
Like this, Monsieur. I'll come with you
No, Meg! No, you stay here!
(to Raoul)
Come with me, Monsieur. Hurry, or we shall be too late!
Written by: Andrew Lloyd Webber, Charles Hart, Richard Stilgoe
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