[The last recording is a bit of a long one, but here we go! Everyone involved seems to have pretty much gotten the hang of the recording equipment now; they both sound loud and clear, and they launch right in without any fuss:]
All those days watching from the windows All those years outside looking in All that time never even knowing Just how blind I've been Now I'm here blinking in the starlight Now I'm here suddenly I see Standing here it's all so clear I'm where I'm meant to be
And at last I see the light And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it's like the sky is new And it's warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted All at once everything looks different Now that I see him
All those days, crushing other's daydreams All those years, living in a blur All that time, never truly seeing Things the way they were
He'd been here, shining in the spotlight He'd been here, suddenly I knew With him here, it's crystal clear I'm where I'm meant to go
And at last, I've seen the light And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I've seen the light And it's like the walls were new And it's warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted
All at once, everything is different Now that I've seen him...
[Any fuss until now, at least. By the end of his part, the man is audibly struggling to hold back tears. For a minute or two, there's just silence.]
So you know how we have ghosts, right? [The woman ventures.] And how they can hear everything we do?
[A reply doesn't seem forthcoming, so she doesn't wait for one.]
How does he know you love him How does he know he's yours?
How does he know that you love him How do you show him you love him
How does he know that you really, really, truly love him How does he know that you love him How do you show him you love him How does he know that you really, really, truly love him
It's not enough to take the one you love for granted You must remind him, or he'll be inclined to say How do I know he loves me How do I know he's mine
Well do you leave a little note at the booth To tell him that he's on your mind Set down red roses at the door every day, hey You'll find a new way to show him, a little bit everyday That's how he'll know, that's how he'll know He's your love
You've got to show him you miss him Don't treat him like a mind reader Each day do something to need him To believe you miss him
Everybody wants to live happily ever after Everybody wants to know their true love is true How does he know you love him How does he know he's yours
Well would you take him out dancin' Just so you could hold him close Dedicate a song with words in Just for him, oh
You'll find your own way to tell him With the little things you'll do That's how he'll know That's how he'll know
You're his love You're his love
What do you think? Too cheesy?
Definitely. [What's that? Is that the sound of this guy crying into the mic? Yep.] Too cheesy.
[End of the final recording. Seems like you're not the only people with losses to have visited this studio.]
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All those days watching from the windows
All those years outside looking in
All that time never even knowing
Just how blind I've been
Now I'm here blinking in the starlight
Now I'm here suddenly I see
Standing here it's all so clear
I'm where I'm meant to be
And at last I see the light
And it's like the fog has lifted
And at last I see the light
And it's like the sky is new
And it's warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once everything looks different
Now that I see him
All those days, crushing other's daydreams
All those years, living in a blur
All that time, never truly seeing
Things the way they were
He'd been here, shining in the spotlight
He'd been here, suddenly I knew
With him here, it's crystal clear
I'm where I'm meant to go
And at last, I've seen the light
And it's like the fog has lifted
And at last I've seen the light
And it's like the walls were new
And it's warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once, everything is different
Now that I've seen him...
[Any fuss until now, at least. By the end of his part, the man is audibly struggling to hold back tears. For a minute or two, there's just silence.]
So you know how we have ghosts, right? [The woman ventures.] And how they can hear everything we do?
[A reply doesn't seem forthcoming, so she doesn't wait for one.]
How does he know you love him
How does he know he's yours?
How does he know that you love him
How do you show him you love him
How does he know that you really, really, truly love him
How does he know that you love him
How do you show him you love him
How does he know that you really, really, truly love him
It's not enough to take the one you love for granted
You must remind him, or he'll be inclined to say
How do I know he loves me
How do I know he's mine
Well do you leave a little note at the booth
To tell him that he's on your mind
Set down red roses at the door every day, hey
You'll find a new way to show him, a little bit everyday
That's how he'll know, that's how he'll know
He's your love
You've got to show him you miss him
Don't treat him like a mind reader
Each day do something to need him
To believe you miss him
Everybody wants to live happily ever after
Everybody wants to know their true love is true
How does he know you love him
How does he know he's yours
Well would you take him out dancin'
Just so you could hold him close
Dedicate a song with words in
Just for him, oh
You'll find your own way to tell him
With the little things you'll do
That's how he'll know
That's how he'll know
You're his love
You're his love
What do you think? Too cheesy?
Definitely. [What's that? Is that the sound of this guy crying into the mic? Yep.] Too cheesy.
[End of the final recording. Seems like you're not the only people with losses to have visited this studio.]