Diana; They’re the perfect loving fam'ly, so adoring… And I love then ev'ry day of ev'ry week. So my son’s a little shit, my husband’s boring, And my daughter, though a genius, is a freak. Still I help them love each other Father, Mother, Sister, Brother, Cheek to cheek! (Dialogue) Natalie; So it’s times like these I wonder how I take it, And if other fam'lies live the way we do– If they love each other, or if they just fake it, And if other daughters feel like I feel,too. ‘Cause some days I think I’m dying, But I’m really only trying to get through. Gabe; For just another day… Just another stolen hour When the world will feel my power and obey. Gabe and Natalie; For just another day… Gabe; Feeling like I’ll live forever… Natalie; Feeling like this feeling never goes away… Gabe and Natalie; For just another day. (Dialogue) Dan; When it’s up to you to hold your house together… A house you built with patience and with care… But you’re grappling with that grey and rainy weather, And you’re living on a latter and a prayer– Dan and Diana; Can you keep the cup from tipping? Can you keep your grip from slipping in despair For just another day Dan and Gabe; In the hustle and the hurry Dan, Gabe and Diana You want to wipe your worry clean away Diana; I will keep the plates all spinning Diana and Natalie; With a smile so white and winning all the way Diana, Natalie, Dan and Gabe; 'Cause what doesn’t kill me doesn’t kill me, So fill me up for just another day. (Dialogue) Diana; It only hurts when I breathe. Dan; It only hurts when I try. Gabe; It only hurts when I think. Natalie; It only hurts when I cry. Dan; It only hurts when I work. Gabe; It only hurts when I play. Natalie; It only hurts when I move. Diana; It only hurts when I say… Natalie, Dan and Gabe; Diana It’s just another day. A busy, busy day And the morning Sun is stunning I will hold it all together. And you wish that you Were running far away. I will hide the mess away It’s just another day– And I ’ll survive another day Birds are singing, things are growing And I will pray And you wish you could be going To hold on just this way But you stay. And for my fam'lys sake– And you stay and stay forever, I’ll take what I can take– Though you know it’s now or never, I’m only just awake… And you know that for forever… Diana; Every day is just another And another And another I will hold it all together We’re the perfect loving fam'ly If they say we’re not, Then fuck 'em The perfect loving fam'ly I will keep the plates all spinning And the world just keeps on spinning I think the house is spinning

There was a time when I flew higher, Was a time the wild girl running free Would be me. Now I see her feel the fire Now I see she needs me there to share-- I'm nowhere All these blank and tranquil years Seems they've dried up all my tears And while she runs free and fast Seems my wild days are past But I miss the mountains I miss the dizzy heights. All the manic, magic days, And the dark depressing nights. I miss the mountains I miss the highs and lows All the climbing, all the falling All the while, the wild wind blows Stinging you with snow And soaking you with rain-- I miss the mountains, I miss the pain. Mountains make you crazy, Here it's safe and sound. My mind is somewhere hazy, My feet are on the ground Everything is balanced here And on an even keel Everything is perfect Nothing's real... Nothing's real. And I miss the mountains. I...I miss the lonely climb. Wand'ring through the wilderness And wasting all my time Where the air is clear And cuts you like a knife-- I miss the mountains... I miss the mountains... I miss my life. I miss my life.

Diana; In an instant lightning flashes And the burst might leave me blind– When the bolt of lightning crashes And it burns right through my mind. It’s like someone drained my brain out, Set my frozen mind to thaw. Let the lethargy and pain out While I stood and watched, in awe. I am riding on the brightest buzz… I am worlds away from who I was… And they told me it would change me– Though they don’t know how it does. I have lived a life of clouds and grey, But this is crystal clear… Wish I were here I imagine it’s remarkable. Exuberant. Austere. Wish I were here. Wish I were here. Natalie; It’s euphoria, it’s anger. It’s the winter wind, it’s fire. And it kills my deepest hunger As it fills me with desire. (Echoed by Diana) I’m the light and heat of ev'ry sun… I’m a bullet from a magic gun… And I’m trying to enjoy it– But I’m missing all the fun. Am I feeling what I think I’m feeling, The hope, the heat, the fear Wish I were here Is this someone else’s head trip Do I just disappear Diana and Natalie; Wish I were here Wish I were here Plug me in And turn me on And flip the switch– I’m good as gone. It slips my skin And trips my brain– I feel the burn But I don’t feel the pain. Is my brain reborn or is it wrecked? In freedom or in fear? Wish I were here Have I blown my cause forever? Is cloudy my new clear? Wish I were here. Wish I were here. Wish I were– Natalie; Can I hide my stupid hunger? Fake some confidence and cheer? Wish I were here. Wish I were here. (Dialogue between stanzas 10 and 11 along with stanzas 14 and 15. Dan and Henry echo lines 12, 15, 18, 19, 21, 27 (Though they say “I am missing all the fun” instead of “ But I’m missing all the fun), 30, 33, 34, 45, and 48 (They drag it out liggato). They hum in the duration of the third stanza until they echo Diana, ditto to stanza 7. They oooo during the eighth stanza and Aaah during the ninth stanza. They oooh during stanza twelve and Aaah again in the thirteenth stanza. They go ” oh, no, oh" while Natalie and Diana sing lines 43 and 44 and only sing “wish I were” for like 45.)

(Boys excluding Melchoir): Flip on a switch, and everything’s fine– No more lips, no more tongue, no more ears, no more eyes. The naked blue angel, who peers through the blinds, Disappears in the gloom of the mirror blue night. (Melchoir): But there’s nowhere to hide from these bones, from my mind. It’s broken inside–I’m a man and a child. I’m at home with a ghost, who got left in the cold. I’m locked out of peace, with no keys to my soul. (Boys excluding Melchoir): And the whispers of fear, the chill up the spine, Will steal away too, with the flick of the light. The minute you do, with fingers so blind, You remove every bit of the blue from your mind. (Boys): But there’s nowhere to hide, from the ghost in my mind, It’s cold in these bones– of a man and a child. And there’s no one who knows, and there’s nowhere to go. There’s no one to see who can see to my soul…

(Martha): There is a part I can’t tell About the dark I know well… You say, “ Time for bed now, child,” Mom just smiles that smile– Just like she never saw me. Just like she never saw me… So I leave, wantin’ just to hide. Knowin’ deep inside You are comin’ to me. You are comin’ to me… You say all you want is just a kiss good night, Then you hold me and you whisper, “Child, the Lord won’t mind. It’s just you and me. Child, you’re a beauty.” (Ilse): I don’t scream. Though I know it’s wrong. I just play along. I lie there and breathe. Lie there and breathe… I want to be strong– I want the world to find out That you’re dreamin’ on me, Me and my “beauty.” (Ilse and Martha): Me and my “beauty”… (Ilse, Martha and Boys): You say all you want is a kiss good night, Then you hold me and you whisper, “Child, the Lord won’t mind. It’s just you and me. Child, you’re a beauty.” “God, it’s good–the lovin’–ain’t it good tonight? You ain’t seen nothin’ yet–gonna teach you right. It’s just you and me. Child, you’re a beauty.” There is a part I can’t tell About the dark I know well. There is a part I can’t tell About the dark I know well. There is a part I can’t tell About the dark I know well. There is a part I can’t tell About the dark I know well… (Dialogue between stanzas 1 and 2, as well as between 4 and 5)

(Moritz): God, I dreamed there was an angel, who could hear me through the wall, As I cried out– like, in Latin: “This is so not life at all. Help me out–out– of this nightmare.” Then I heard her silver call– She said: “Just give it time, kid. I come to one and all.” She said: “Give me that hand, please, and the itch you can’t control, Let me teach you how to handle all the sadness in your soul. Oh, we’ll work that silver magic, then we’ll aim it at the wall.” She said: “Love may make you blind, kid– but I wouldn’t mind at all.” (Every boy but Melchoir): It’s the bitch of living With nothing but your hand Just the bitch of living As someone you can’t stand (Georg): See, each night, it’s, like, fantastic–tossing, turning, without rest, ‘Cause my days at the piano–with my teacher and her breasts; And the music’s, like, the one thing I can even get at all, And those breasts! I mean, God, please, just let those apples fall… (Boys excluding Melchoir): It’s the bitch of living With nothing going on Just the bitch of living Asking: “What went wrong?” Do they think we want this? Oh–who knows? (Ernest): See, there’s showering in gym class… (Hanschen): Bobby Mayler, he’s the best– Looks so nasty in those khakis… (Ernest): God, my whole life’s, like, some test. (Otto): Then there’s Marriana Wheelan—as if she’d return my call. (Hanschen): It’s like, just kiss some ass, man–then you can screw 'e-mail all. (Melchoir): It’s the bitch of living– And living in your head It’s the bitch of living And sensing God is dead (Other boys) (Melchoir) It’s the bitch of living You watch me– And trying to get ahead Just watch me– It’s the bitch of living– I’m calling, And one day, all will know… (Melchoir) Just getting out of bed (Boys excluding Melchoir) It’s the bitch of living– And getting what you get Just the bitch of living– (Melchoir): And knowing this is it. (All boys): God, is this it? This can’t be it. Oh, God, what a bitch!

(Wendla): Mama who bore me. Mama Who gave me No way to handle things. Who made me so sad. Mama, the weeping. Mama, the angels. No sleep in Heaven , or Bethlehem. Some pray that, one day, Christ will come a-callin’. They light a candle, and hope that it glows. And some just lie there, crying for him to come and find them. But when he comes, they don’t know how to go… Mama who bore me. Mama who gave me No way to handle things. Who made me so bad. Mama, the weeping. Mama, the angels. No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem.

(Wendla): Whispering… Hear the ghosts in the moonlight. Sorrow doing a new dance Through their bones, through their skin Listening— To the souls in the fool’s night Fumbling mutely with their rude hands… And there’s heartache without end… See the father bent in grief, The mother dressed in mourning. Sister crumples, And the neighbours grumble. The preacher issues warnings… History… Little Miss didn’t do right. Went and ruined all the true plans— Such a shame, such a sin. Mystery… Home alone on a school night. Harvest moon over the blue land; Summer longing on the wind… Had a sweetheart on his knees, So faithful and adoring. And he touched me, And I let him love me. So, let that be my story… Listening… For the hope, for the new life— Something beautiful, a new chance. Hear, it’s whispering, there, again… (Dialogue between second and third stanza, the third and fourth stanza, and the fifth and sixth stanza. Instrumental piece between the sixth and seventh stanza)