[Gideon]
There in the western sky the moon is sinking
The geese are flying south, it sets me thinking
I did not miss you much. I did not suffer
What didn’t kill me just made me tougher
I feel the winter come
His icy sinews
Now in the cold starlight the case continues
Another night in court
The same old trial
The same old questions asked
The same denial
Another winter comes, his icy fingers creep
Into these bones of mine – these memories never sleep
They say I stole your face, these hands I borrowed
And they could make a case, why would it follow
That I would love you?
[Tom, spoken]
So it’s true?
[Gideon, spoken]
What? What are you doing here? What. are you following me?
[Tom, spoken]
I’ve waited my whole life to meet you, and you were just going to leave without telling us. I think that’s bollocks
[Gideon, spoken]
It’s for the best
[Tom, spoken]
I can see how you never lost a fight. You just run away
[Gideon, spoken]
I am not running from now’t
[Tom, spoken]
We’re launching that boat tomorrow morning. We still need a captain
[Gideon, spoken]
It’s mad. It’s a mad thing and you should have no part of it!
[Tom, spoken]
You have no right to tell me anything
[Gideon, spoken]
Oh for the love of Christ, Tom. Don’t waste your life on old men and sinking ships!
[Tom, spoken]
Did you learn that from him?
[Gideon, spoken]
No, I learned nothing from him!
[Tom, spoken]
Like hell, you’re just like him. And I’m never going to be anything like you
[Gideon, spoken]
Wait! Wait, boy!
(sung)
What is the force that binds the stars?
I wore this mask to hide my scars
What is the power that pulls the tide?
I never could find a place to hide
[Gideon (Men)]
What moves the earth around the sun? (ah)
What can I do but run and run and run?
Afraid to love, afraid to fail...
(In our hands are the tools that we leave to our sons)
A mast without a sail
(Traditions and skills that we hope to pass on)
A mast without a sail. (‘Til we sail)
[Gideon]
The moon's a fingernail, and slowly sinking
Another day begins, and now I'm thinking
That this indifference was my invention
When everything I did sought your attention
[Gideon & Tom]
You were my compass star
You were my measure
You were a pirate's map
Of buried treasure
[Gideon (Tom)]
If this was all correct, (I didn’t really miss you much,)
The last thing I'd expect, (I didn’t really suffer.)
[Gideon]
The prosecution rests
It's time that I confess
I must have loved you
[Gideon & Tom]
I must have loved you
[Gideon]
I must have loved you
I must have loved you
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