I discovered her last year when I first went to New York. I ent to the Winter Garden Theater for Mamma Mia ! and instantly fell in love with her voice and emotion. Thank you for those beautiful memories !
Not A Love Story from Kerrigan-Lowdermilk LIVE Extras from Our First Mistake from Tales from the Bad Years It's not a love story. It's not a coming of age. It's not the kind of thing you put into a play. It's just a small story. It’s just two friends all grown up. It happens. It happens. It happens one day. Why today? We saw our breath, though it was hardly winter. A passerby would say he'd seen it all before. The folded arms. The wounded eyes. The signs that we both ignored. The old cathedral looming in the shadows, The only thing we saw amid the threat of tears. We didn't speak. Our lips were numb. The world didn't crumble. You say goodbye, but do you really know it's over? You say goodbye, but do you comprehend it? You go along, Thinking that things like this never change. And then they go and change. It's not a love story. It's not a coming of age. It's not the kind of thing you put into a play. It's just a small story. Just two friends all grown up. It happens. It happens. It happens one day. Why... does it keep coming back to one dark second? We're skipping physics just to hold each other's hands. Our stomachs quake. Our first mistake: We go on demanding more. Until we're sleeping in a squalid dorm room. The lower bunk. We hold each other so tight. 'Cause there's no room here at all. We have to spoon or we'll fall. But we refuse; we will not say the bed is too small… For us. We only wanted more. Unending. More. A horizon stretching out as far as we can see. I’d have you. You’d have me. As sure as time would pass, As permanent as stone cathedrals. Maybe if we hadn’t skipped physics, We'd know everything has a decay. We hadn't learned yet that each romance has a last day. Cathedral bells rang out to mark the hour, Reminding us that this was just another night, That hours pass, That morning breaks, That somehow there's still sunlight. You say goodbye, But do you really know it's over? You say goodbye, But do you comprehend it? There was a time when you were sure Some things never change… But that can also change. It's not a love story. It's just a small story. And it happens one day. Why today?
This is by far my favorite version of this song. This woman's acting is INSANE.
6 years later but this is still FACTS
OMG I love Lisa Brescia and this song. Amazing combination of beautiful awesomeness!
God, she WAS brilliant Monday night. Her emotional display kills me. So good.
She rocks. Period.
I discovered her last year when I first went to New York. I ent to the Winter Garden Theater for Mamma Mia ! and instantly fell in love with her voice and emotion. Thank you for those beautiful memories !
Fantastic version and lyrics 👏🏻🎉💖
This is brilliant.
I saw her on Broadway in Mama Mia - she is utterly amazing!!!
LOVE THIS SONG
This is the only performance i'll ever accept ever again.
How about Laura Michelle Kelly's version? Her voice is angelic. I love this version too though.
She is no doubt my favorite broadway performer.
Not A Love Story
from Kerrigan-Lowdermilk LIVE Extras
from Our First Mistake
from Tales from the Bad Years
It's not a love story.
It's not a coming of age.
It's not the kind of thing you put into a play.
It's just a small story.
It’s just two friends all grown up.
It happens.
It happens.
It happens one day.
Why today?
We saw our breath, though it was hardly winter.
A passerby would say he'd seen it all before.
The folded arms.
The wounded eyes.
The signs that we both ignored.
The old cathedral looming in the shadows,
The only thing we saw amid the threat of tears.
We didn't speak.
Our lips were numb.
The world didn't crumble.
You say goodbye, but do you really know it's over?
You say goodbye, but do you comprehend it?
You go along,
Thinking that things like this never change.
And then they go and change.
It's not a love story.
It's not a coming of age.
It's not the kind of thing you put into a play.
It's just a small story.
Just two friends all grown up.
It happens.
It happens.
It happens one day.
Why... does it keep coming back to one dark second?
We're skipping physics just to hold each other's hands.
Our stomachs quake.
Our first mistake:
We go on demanding more.
Until we're sleeping in a squalid dorm room.
The lower bunk.
We hold each other so tight.
'Cause there's no room here at all.
We have to spoon or we'll fall.
But we refuse; we will not say the bed is too small…
For us.
We only wanted more.
Unending.
More.
A horizon stretching out as far as we can see.
I’d have you.
You’d have me.
As sure as time would pass,
As permanent as stone cathedrals.
Maybe if we hadn’t skipped physics,
We'd know everything has a decay.
We hadn't learned yet that each romance has a last day.
Cathedral bells rang out to mark the hour,
Reminding us that this was just another night,
That hours pass,
That morning breaks,
That somehow there's still sunlight.
You say goodbye,
But do you really know it's over?
You say goodbye,
But do you comprehend it?
There was a time when you were sure
Some things never change…
But that can also change.
It's not a love story.
It's just a small story.
And it happens one day.
Why today?
I can't stop watching this. It's so amazing. And I may use this song for a big audition @ my dance school :D
BRAVO~!