Pilgrims' Hands Lyrics. From Musical "Bare : A Pop Opera"
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Pilgrims' Hands Lyrics
by . From Bare : A Pop Opera.
Ladies and gentlemen, we open tomorrow night
And this dance is a mess!
Lucas, those steps are all wrong!
What's wrong with you?
Sister, you're ruining my life!
Dance, take two!
Hey, nervous about opening night?
Hey, how's living with Lucas?
Peter, we graduate on Sunday
Are you really never going to speak to me again?
I miss you...
Ok, let's run Pilgrims' Hands
KYRA or TANYA?
Ivy's not here, Sister Chantelle
Who's Juliet's understudy?
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To soothe that rough touch with a tender kiss
Wait! I know it, I swear!
PETER (taking over from DIANE)
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much
Which mannerly devotion shows in this
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss
Zach, in Shakespeare's time boys played all the parts
So I'll thank you to keep your ignorance as hidden as possible
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do
They pray, grant thou...lest...lest...
...lest faith turn to despair
Well done, Peter. Ivy, nice of you to join us, but we're finished
This room will be left open if you want to get together one more time
As for me, I'm off the clock
Hey guys, let's meet here tonight at seven
All of us...and don't be late
Yeah, if you're late, no door prizes for tomorrow
IVY (to Jason)
I really need to talk to you...do you not get messages?
Do you not get messages?
Ok...what is it?
Not here, just come back to my room
I can't, I have to finish my speech
You're coming to rehearsal tonight, right?
I can't do this scene without you
Well, it looks like you can
I'll meet you before practice
I'll come by your room
I help him run his lines
I wasn't talking about the scene
I should go...
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