Testo di 'Chase The Morning' di Sarah Brightman

[Blind Mag:]
Shilo…? Is you name Shilo?
Can I talk to you?
Can you come down please...?
So we can speak
I saw you at the show
I thought I'd seen a ghost
Your resemblance is striking

[Blind Mag:]
You have your mother's eyes
Her hair
I was told you died with her
All these years have come and gone
How do I put this...?
I'm your godmom

[Shilo:]
State your business

[Blind Mag:]
Business?

[Shilo:]
What do you want?

[Blind Mag:]
I want, I want to finally meet you
Something real to cling to
Leave you with the hope that
You will go do all you're meant to
All I've failed to
In you, is a world of promise
We have both been kept in bondage
But you can learn from all my failures

[Shilo:]
I'm not supposed to talk to strangers

[Blind Mag:]
Or let them through the gate?

[Shilo:]
That either, a big risk

[Blind Mag:]
A big fence

[Shilo:]
A mistake

[Blind Mag:]
A new friend

[Dead Marni]
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing

[Shilo:]
How'd you do that

[Blind Mag:]
Do What?

[Shilo:]
Do that, that, that eye thing

[Blind Mag:]
These eyes can do more than see

[Shilo:]
I know, I mean, I've seen you sing

[Blind Mag:]
Where?

[Shilo:]
From my window
I can see the world from there
Name the stars and constallations
Count the cars and watch the seasons

[Blind Mag:]
I wish we could've wathed together

[Shilo:]
I can't have guests

Blind Mag:]
Never?

[Shilo:]
Ever, if dad foud out
That I'd been let out
Or you'd been let in...

[Blind Mag:]
I should you go then
Before I do, promised me you won't

[Shilo:]
It's better that you
Don't forget me, 'best
If I resume my life inside
My bedroom

[Blind Mag:]
Don't forget that
A sheltered rose needs a little
Room to bloom outside her bedroom

[Dead Marni:]
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing

[Blind Mag:]
Let your life be your dream
Integrity, honesty
It's too late for me
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the morning

[Dead Marni:]
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing