Losing It-Rush

[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...