We Are Cut in Twain

[BROM, spoken]
I can't make up my mind whether it's your life alone I don't like to endanger, or whether I'm also somewhat concerned about my own.

[TINA, spoken]
Does a man think about such things?

[BROM, spoken]
Well, unless he's a complete damn fool, he devotes some attention to his own prospects of survival, yes.

[TINA, spoken]
And here I was, thinking how tragically beautiful it would be. We'd be figures in a story: the legendary lovers of early Dutch occupation. Brom and Tina, drinking passion and death together in one dark draught.

[BROM, spoken]
I'd love to read about it, but that pleasure, unfortunately, would never be mine.

(sung)
Oh, life and love are a series of separations
Resembling all too closely vivisections
A mingled yarn of infinite alternations
With now and then one moment of perfection

[TINA & BROM]
We are cut in twain who would be one flesh
And naturally we bleed
The tears flow fast for the wound is fresh
And desperate our need

[TINA]
Life seems to me but a series of obligations
Like notes of hand presented for collection
Or mortgages foreclosed by our near relations
To cancel, void and nullify affections

[BROM, TINA]
We are cut in twain We are cut in twain
Who would be one flesh Who would be one flesh
And naturally And naturally
We bleed We bleed
The tears flow fast The tears flow fast
For the wound is fresh For the wound is fresh
And desperate And desparate
Our need Our need

[BROM]
Oh, life and love are compact of mortification
The curbs of hate upon youth's predilection
Youth swears its love upon the constellation
Age holds the stars are subject to correction

[TINA & BROM]
We are cut in twain who would be one flesh
And naturally we bleed
The tears flow fast for the wound is fresh
And desperate our need