Andrew Lloyd Webber feat. Original Broadway Cast Of Sunset Boulevard, Glenn Close & Alan Campbell -
Sunset Boulevard (Original Broadway Cast)
Surrender
No more wars to fight
White flags fly tonight
You are out of danger now
Battlefield is still
Wild poppies on the hill
Peace can only come when you surrender
Here the tracers fly
Lighting up the sky
But I'll fight unto the end
Let them send their armies
I will never bend
I won't see you now 'til I surrender
I'll see you again when I surrender
Now, don't you give me a fancy price just because I'm rich
Look, lady, you've got the wrong man
I had some trouble with my car, I just pulled into your driveway
Get out
Okay, I'm sorry you lost your friend
Get out of here
Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
Or shall I call my servant?
Aren't you Norma Desmond
You used to be in pictures
You used to be big
I am big, it's the pictures that got small
Once upon a time not long ago
The head of any studio
Knew how and when to play his aces
Now they put some talentless unknown
Beneath their sacred microphone
We didn't need words
We had faces
Yes, they took all the idols and smashed them
The Fairbanks, the Gilberts, the Valentinos
They trampled on what was divine
They threw away the gold of silence
When all they needed was this face of mine
Hey, don't blame me, I'm just a writer
White flags fly tonight
You are out of danger now
Battlefield is still
Wild poppies on the hill
Peace can only come when you surrender
Here the tracers fly
Lighting up the sky
But I'll fight unto the end
Let them send their armies
I will never bend
I won't see you now 'til I surrender
I'll see you again when I surrender
Now, don't you give me a fancy price just because I'm rich
Look, lady, you've got the wrong man
I had some trouble with my car, I just pulled into your driveway
Get out
Okay, I'm sorry you lost your friend
Get out of here
Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
Or shall I call my servant?
Aren't you Norma Desmond
You used to be in pictures
You used to be big
I am big, it's the pictures that got small
Once upon a time not long ago
The head of any studio
Knew how and when to play his aces
Now they put some talentless unknown
Beneath their sacred microphone
We didn't need words
We had faces
Yes, they took all the idols and smashed them
The Fairbanks, the Gilberts, the Valentinos
They trampled on what was divine
They threw away the gold of silence
When all they needed was this face of mine
Hey, don't blame me, I'm just a writer
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Lloyd-webber, Don Black, Christopher James Hampton
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