She turns her head and gazes lost at the floor
Her voice is trembling, trembling, unable to say anymore
The scene begins - she doesn’t know how it ends
But I do, I do, I know what’s coming next
Stand on your own
Leave behind all you have known for a lifetime
If it’s the right time to go
When the orchestra plays there’s no time to delay
No use pretending, no happy ending this way
The final act, our hero waits in the wings
The denouement beckons, beckons, what will become of him?
Still no sign - his blood begins to run cold
The spell is broken, broken, not a sound as the curtain falls
So stand on your own
Leave behind all you have known for a lifetime
If it’s the right time to go
When the orchestra plays there’s no time to delay
No use pretending no happy ending this way…
But I do, I do, I know what’s coming next
I know what’s coming next