Quartet at the Ballet

Can this be the evening?
Can this be the place?
Am I only dreaming
Looking at her face?
Everything I wanted
Suddenly so clear
My past and my future so near
Next to me this frightened girl
Holding tight as the dancers whirl
Keep your nerve and see this through
It's what you've come to do
See that girl
Could it be?
Don't be ridiculous
I refuse to dream
I refuse to hope
I must stop believing
I will ever find her
She's near at hand
Yet here I stand
My heart and mind at war
The times must change
The world must change
And love is not what revolution's for
Someone holds her safe and warm
Someone rescues her from the storm
Simple things
But one things clear
It's fate that brought us here
Painted wings (Home, love) (Simple things)
Silver snow (Family) (Simple things)
Whirling like a ballet (She will have all of it) (And whatever I have to do)
Things my heart used to know (I will help her) (Simple how? Simple man)
Find a way
Anastasia



Credits
Writer(s): Lynn Ahrens, Stephen Charles Stephen Charles
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