a pane of glass.. You think you know her but you don't. You share a family but you don't share a name.. Some things run deeper than blood. No answers. No answers
in a pane of glass.. You think you know her but you don't. You share a family but you don't share a name.. Some things run deeper than blood. No answers. No answers
And now, the story. A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... uh.... Oh, excuse me... Once upon a time --- I think it was last Thursday --- a boy
that Tuesday morning your daughter had you late for work Now you gotta deal with your boss And then on Wednesday, your sister said she ain't gon' babysit On Thursday
down inside There's a feelin' that rides All the way to the end Thursday you sit in your room with the lights turned out And you don't answer the door
down inside There's a feeling that rides All the way to the end Thursday you sit in your room with the lights turned out And you don't answer the door
clouds under my feet Sailin' along like a south wind Over fields of whispering wheat Thinkin' alone on a Thursday morning Of peace and love and war I still don't have any answer
foe.... hoe now you a lady of God I think you playin with God ma I'll take ya mo serious but you put it in my car Monday thru thursday you ain't thought
(Verse 1 - Mikill Pane) Listen Little lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday it's 30 degrees, Thursday you work late, you was with a
the freedom to be Within your sensuality Thursday's child has far to go And he still loves you so Thursday's child has only you And questionmarks to answer
heart Arrow thru your heart She'll put an arrow thru your heart Put an arrow thru your heart Monday-I need her Tuesday-I need her more Wednesday-still no answer when Thursday
too fragile to hold. And it shatters in our hands. In time the seasons will seal these shards. Into the slits that denote your wrists. Death is the answer
want to think about any one But the footsteps are getting louder Drowning out the sound of the rain As it knocks on the windowsill I'm not answering
devices And we forget that somewhere man is beside himself with grief And somewhere people are calling for teachers And no one's answering Somewhere
) PENANCE: Go ask the dancer She knows the answer THE DANCER: I don't know PENANCE: She knows the answer THE DANCER: I don't know PENANCE: She knows the answer
I guess but I don't know) Go ask the dancer, she knows the answer (I don't know) She knows the answer (I don't know) She knows the answer (I don't know
Music: Frank Wildhorn Lyrics: Leslie Bricusse Book: Leslie Bricusse Premiere: Thursday, May 24, 1990 JEKYLL: Lost in the darkness, Silence surrounds
'm a Beastie Boys son Me so horny, me so young And I still get my washing done Auntie Jo died of cancer God didn't have an answer Rhythm was a dancer
