My God, my heart beats faster

And my mind is racing

Could it be…?

Could it be that [bad word] back to life?

I know those eyes following me

Dark and familiar and deep as the sea

I know that face, strange though it seems

Younger and kinder it haunts all my dreams

How can you stand there?

whisper from me

Yet, somehow be so far away

In eyes once familiar how stranger I seem

With so many words left to say

EDMOND:

This man is dead

He is no more

He died a little each day

Like a thief, the Chateau D’If has stolen him away

The mind plays tricks

You are confused

The man you seek is long gone

Dead and cold

story told

By those he [bad word]  those he loved, and those who then moved on

Both singing different lyrics at the same time:

EDMOND:

I am a ghost; just a mirage

Who chases traces of you

MERCEDES:

There in that voice

Traces of you

Dark and familiar and deep as the sea

EDMOND:

This man is dead

He is no more

And though it’s torturing me

MERCEDES:

I know those eyes

Torturing me

BOTH:

Can either of us really ever be free?

How can you stand there?

whisper from me

When you are still so far away

And why does the [bad word] seem too hard to be [bad word] 

With so much broken

EDMOND:

And so much damage

BOTH:

There are no words

EDMOND:

Left to say