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footprints in falling snow - pulp musicals lyrics

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[narrator]
planet earth, 1829
new york city, printing house square
streets were bustling, snow was falling
ahlaam could see her breath in the air

[chorus]
like footprints in falling snow

[narrator]
she focused on her heartbeat
as she practiced what to say
she saw it now, the paper stand
the world seemed to fade away

[rose, spoken]
extra! extra! local periodicals, regional magazines! samuel, feel like helping out? i’ve been yelling for thirty minutes straight

[samuel, spoken]
i’m almost done. the parramatta observatory just published a new list of double stars. if we had a telescope likе theirs…

[rose, spoken]
(laughing) … then we probably wouldn’t havе to worry about selling newspapers, would we? come on, it won’t– (beat, recognizing) ahlaam?

[samuel, spoken]
(starts) ahlaam?
[ahlaam, spoken]
samuel, rose

[samuel, spoken]
ahlaam, it is you!

[rose, spoken]
it’s been so long!

[ahlaam, spoken]
never often enough

[samuel, spoken]
usually it’s just dakkar when the searchers get shore leave

[rose, spoken]
how are the travelers? are margaret and sia here, too?

[ahlaam, spoken]
not this time… but they send their love

[samuel, spoken]
rose would have just poked and prodded sia until she shared her latest scientific breakthroughs

[rose, spoken]
samuel would have just asked margaret to radiate again. (laughs) or move something with her mind
[samuel, spoken]
laugh all you want, i’ll never get tired of it. an actual world of magic – within our own. imagine what else could be out there

[ahlaam, spoken]
you and margaret bring out the best in each other

[samuel, spoken]
she inspires me

[shopper, spoken]
(oblivious) well i say, i’ll take a copy today’s–

[rose, spoken]
we’re closed. beat it. (beat) i assume mom and dad are with them?

[samuel, spoken]
we’re used to them being gone for long stretches, but it’s not like them to miss a check*in

[rose, spoken]
although i don’t blame them for keeping away from the paper stand during the winter

[samuel, spoken]
(smiling) yeah, not quite as warm as lincoln island

[ahlaam, spoken]
(putting on a brave face) they wanted me to tell you that they’ll be back soon
[rose, spoken]
everything’s alright?

[ahlaam, spoken]
of course. you know how they get when they’re on the bonaventure together. your mother basically becomes the captain and off they go

[rose, spoken]
that sounds like mom

[samuel, spoken]
nemo never stood a chance

[ahlaam, spoken]
maybe next time, all of us can go on a trip together

[rose, samuel, spoken]
(overlapping) really? / that’d be wonderful!

[ahlaam, spoken]
i should get going though. just wanted to swing by my favorite newsstand while i was in town

[rose, spoken]
it was great seeing you, ahlaam

[samuel, spoken]
make sure mom and dad don’t do anything crazy

[rose, spoken]
and give taavi our best. we love him so much

[ahlaam, spoken]
(crushed) i will

[narrator]
once out of sight
ahlaam used her power of illusion
and cast a spell on the stratfords
and cast their memory to the wind
the blazing world
lincoln island, magic ways
every searcher and traveler
no longer there

[ahlaam]
cyrus, mary katharine
we will look after them
we will keep them concealed
until the day comes
that day, we’ll walk in the sun
and all things will be revealed

[narrator]
in one final motion
a final memory was sown
cyrus and mary katharine
gone missing at sea
whereabouts unknown

[ahlaam, spoken]
(heartbroken) i’m so sorry

[ahlaam, chorus (w/ cyrus, mary katharine)]
like footprints in falling snow
fading to white
covering the tracks
left on the path of life
forgive me, samuel
forgive me, rose
our tracks may be hidden
but this is not the end of the road
this is not the end of the road

[rose, spoken]
extra! extra! local periodicals, regional magazines!
(footsteps crunch in the snow)
h*llo! what can i get for you, miss?

[ahlaam, spoken]
um… a copy of the sun, please

[rose, spoken]
that’ll be one penny
(coin clinks)

[ahlaam, spoken]
thank you

[rose, spoken]
miss… why are you crying?

[narrator]
sia stood outside
the westchester hotel
margaret was at her window
looking somewhere beyond the skyline
sia smiled sadly
and opened margaret’s letter
she read it one more time

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