Songtexte Grizabella, The Glamour Cat / Memory - Andrew Lloyd Webber & Cats Original Broadway Cast Recording
                                                You 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                border 
                                                of 
                                                her 
                                                coat 
                                                is 
                                                torn
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                stained 
                                                with 
                                                sand
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                corner 
                                                of 
                                                her 
                                                eye 
                                                twist
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                crooked 
                                                pin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Silence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                    a 
                                                sound 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                pavement
 
                                    
                                
                                                Has 
                                                the 
                                                moon 
                                                lost 
                                                her 
                                                memory?
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                is 
                                                smiling 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                lamplight
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                withered 
                                                leaves 
                                                collect 
                                                at 
                                                my 
                                                feet
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Begins 
                                                to 
                                                moan
 
                                    
                                
                                                Every 
                                                streetlamp 
                                                seems 
                                                to 
                                                beat
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                fatalistic 
                                                warning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone 
                                                mutters
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                streetlamp 
                                                gutters
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                soon
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                morning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                alone 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                moonlight
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                smile 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                beautiful 
                                                then
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                remember
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                time 
                                                    I 
                                                knew 
                                                what 
                                                happiness 
                                                was
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                the 
                                                memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                Live 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.