(duet with Jonathan Groff and Lea Michele)

Wendla:

Just too unreal, all this.
Watching the words
Fall from my lips...


Melchior:
Baiting some girl

With hypotheses!

Both:

Haven't you heard
The word of your body?


Melchior:
Don't feel a thing--you wish.


Wendla:
Grasping at pearls
With my fingertips...


Melchior:
Holding her hand

Like some little tease.

Both:

Haven't you heard
The word of my wanting?


O, I'm gonna be wounded.
O, I'm gonna be your wound.
O, I'm gonna bruise you.

O, you're gonna be my bruise.

Just too unreal, all this.


Wendla:
Watching his world

Slip through my fist...

Melchior:

Playing with her
In your fantasies.


Both:
Haven't you heard the word--
How I want you?


O, I'm gonna be wounded.
O, I'm gonna be your wound.

O, I'm gonna bruise you.
O, you're gonna be my bruise.