[00:24.20]The dancer slows her frantic pace
[00:26.48]In pain and desperation
[00:28.84]Her aching limbs and downcast face
[00:31.14]Aglow with perspiration
[00:35.92]Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire
[00:38.36]With just the briefest pause
[00:40.76]The flooding through her memory
[00:43.20]The echoes of old applause
[00:51.66]She limps across the floor
[00:55.30]And closes her bedroom door...
[01:23.79]The writer stare with glassy eyes
[01:26.03]Defies the empty page
[01:28.57]His beard is white, his face is lined
[01:30.79]And streaked with tears of rage
[01:35.32]Thirty years ago, how the words would flow
[01:38.01]With passion and precision
[01:40.52]But now his mind is dark and dulled
[01:42.50]By sickness and indecision
[01:51.35]And he stares out the kitchen door
[01:54.91]Where the sun will rise no more...
[02:08.55]Some are born to move the world
[02:11.93]To live their fantasies
[02:16.03]But most of us just dream about
[02:19.39]The things we'd like to be
[02:23.52]Sadder still to watch it die
[02:27.08]Than never to have known it
[02:30.94]For you, the blind who once could see
[02:35.90]The bell tolls for thee...
[02:43.75]The bell tolls for thee...
[04:22.01]For you, the blind who once could see
[04:27.03]The bell tolls for thee...
[04:34.45]The bell tolls for thee...