作曲 : Stephen Sondheim
 Giorgio:
 Is this what you call love?
 This endless and insatiable
 Smothering pursuit of me.
 You think that this is love?
 I'm sorry that you're lonely,
 I'm sorry that you want me as you do.
 I'm sorry that I fail to feel
 The way you want me to feel.
 I'm sorry that you're ill,
 I'm sorry you're in pain.
 I'm sorry that you aren't beautiful.
 But yes, I wish you'd go away
 And leave me alone!
 Everywhere I turn,
 There you are
 This is not love
 But some kind of obsession.
 Will you never learn when too far is too far,
 Have you no concern
 For what I feel, what I want?
 (pointing at Clara's letter)
 Love is what you earn and return
 When you care for another
 So much that the other's set free.
 Don't you see?
 Can't you understand?
 Love's not a constant demand,
 It's a gift you bestow
 Love isn't sudden surrender
 It's tender and slow,
 It must grow.
 Yet everywhere I go,
 You appear or I know you are near
 This is not love, just a need of possession
 Call it what you will
 This is not love, this is a reverse
 Like a curse, something out of control
 I've begun to fear
 For my soul...
 (Music stops; a loud clap of thunder is heard)