Raoul: One more
Bartender: Oh buddy, don't you think you've had enough? Is practically morning already.
Raoul: One more I said!
Bartender: Alright, alright. My shift is over anyway so let's settle the bill okay? Jezz, you are in a bad way ain't ya? Worse than most that end up here. Here is the morning shift, maybe he'll know what do with ya.
Raoul: Yes, what to do with me? That's the question isn't it? That's always been the question, ever since the beginning...
She looks for sympathy
I give her sorrow
She ask for honesty
I've none to borrow.
She needs my tender kiss
She begs it of me
I give her ugliness
Why does she love me?
She yearns for higher things
Things I can't give her
The rush that music brings
I can't deliver.
And even when she sings
And soars above me
I try to clip her wings
Why does she love me?
One more drink, sir
That's what I need
Don't you think, sir?
Leave the hurt behind.
Do you hear me? Another drink!
She wants the man I was
Husband and father
At least, she thinks she does
She needn't bother.
Beneath this mask I wear
There's nothing of me
Just horror, shame, despair
Why does she love me?
How about you, Sir?
Tell me what am I to do, Sir?
Leave the hurt behind.
Meg: Morning Bernie, coffee please!
Hurry up before I freeze
I'll just take it black
Uh, mother said I would find you here
Raoul: Miss Giry
Meg: Do you know where you are?
Raoul: Hell, I imagine
Meg: Around here they called it Suicide hall, it's where people end up when they don't know where else to go. The hopeless, the desperate. A good place to step off the side of pier and quietly vanish.
Raoul: You seem to be a regular.
Meg: Me? I come here to swim
This towns is coarse and cold and mean
Is hard to keep your conscience clean
Faceless in the crowd
Anything is allowed
And so I come at dawn each day
Come to wash it all away
Sink into the sea
Blue and cool and kind
Let it set me free
Let the past unwind
Leave the hurt behind
You should never have come to America, it's not place for people like you and Christine, it's too easy to forget who you are and where you belong; that's why mother says you should leave here, now! Take your wife and the boy and go!
Raoul: Leave? But what about tonight? The concert, the money? Am I to just run away? From him?
Meg: When the sun rises tomorrow we could all start again, clean.
Sail across the sea
Put us out of mind
Close your eyes and flee
Let yourself stay blind
Leave this place behind
