MERCEDES:
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