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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Richard Sarpola
Richard Sarpola
Bass Guitar
Gilbert DeJean
Gilbert DeJean
Bassoon
Daniel D. Miller
Daniel D. Miller
Cello
Sarah Hewitt
Sarah Hewitt
Cello
Andrew Sterman
Andrew Sterman
Clarinet
Edward Joffe
Edward Joffe
Flute
Chris Komer
Chris Komer
French Horn
Kelly Dent
Kelly Dent
French Horn
Robert Gustafson
Robert Gustafson
Keyboards
Wendy Bobbitt
Wendy Bobbitt
Keyboards
James Roh
James Roh
Oboe
Benjamin Herman
Benjamin Herman
Percussion
John Meyers
John Meyers
Percussion
Mike Christianson
Mike Christianson
Trombone
Chris Gekker
Chris Gekker
Trumpet
Leslie Tomkins
Leslie Tomkins
Viola
Liuh-Wen Ting
Liuh-Wen Ting
Viola
Christine Andreas
Christine Andreas
Vocals
Terrance Mann
Terrance Mann
Vocals
Danny Miller
Danny Miller
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Wildhorn
Frank Wildhorn
Songwriter
Nan Knighton
Nan Knighton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Wildhorn
Frank Wildhorn
Producer

Lyrics

See the moon slink down in the sky, darling
Let your fantasies fly, darling
Life is cold, and the game is old
Just see how virtue repays you
You turn and someone betrays you
Betray him first
And the game's reversed!
For we all are caught in the middle
Of one long treacherous riddle
Can I trust you? Should you trust me too?
We shamble on through this hell
Taking on more secrets to sell
'Til there comes a day when we sell our souls away
Through the mist, your lover is beckoning
Comes that moment of reckoning
Faces change, even smiles grow strange
And we all have so many faces
The real self often erases
Enticing lies flicker through our eyes
Feel the terror draw ever nearer
The more you stare in the mirror
But hold your own
Face the wind alone
Reel on, love, toughen your scars
Year by year we're falling like stars
'Til there comes a day when we sell our souls away
Can I run to you? Are you true to me?
I will run to you as you do to me
And we slowly learn someone has to burn
Better you than me
Oh, every Judas once loved a Jesus
But finally, treason will seize us
And only fools follow golden rules
We all are caught in the middle
Of one long treacherous riddle
Of whom trusts who, maybe I'll trust you
But can you trust me?
Wait and see
Written by: Frank Wildhorn, Nan Knighton
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