Frank Wildhorn and Jack Murphy & Brandi Burkhardt & Thomas Borchert
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Frank Wildhorn and Jack Murphy & Brandi Burkhardt & Thomas Borchert
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Frank Wildhorn and Jack Murphy & Brandi Burkhardt
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Frank Wildhorn and Jack Murphy & Thomas Borchert
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Frank Wildhorn and Jack Murphy & Brandi Burkhardt
Frank Wildhorn and Jack Murphy & Thomas Borchert
Frank Wildhorn and Jack Murphy & Brandi Burkhardt & Thomas Borchert
Frank Wildhorn and Jack Murphy
All the upper class of France attend the Count’s ball and gossip about their mysterious host. Dantès arrives and dazzles all present with his charm and seemingly endless wealth. Jacopo presents Danglars and Villefort, while Albert presents his father, Mondego. All of the men believe the Count of Mon...
[Mercédès]
My God, my heart beats faster!
And my mind is racing
Could it be...?
Could it be that you've come 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, a whisper from me?
Yet somehow, be so far away?
In eyes once familiar, a stranger I see
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 Château d'If has stolen him away
The mind plays tricks
You are confused
The man you seek is long gone
Dead and cold
A story told, by those he trusted,
those he loved, and those who then...
moved on
[Edmond]
I am a ghost, just a mirage
Who chases traces of you
[Mercédès]
There in that voice...
Traces of you...
[Mercédès]
Dark and familiar, and deep as the sea
[Edmond]
This man is dead, he is no more
And though it's torturing me
[Mercédès]
I know those eyes...
Torturing me
[Both]
Can either of us really ever be free?
How can you stand there a whisper from me...?
When you are still so far away?
And why does the truth seem too hard to be true?
With so much broken...
[Edmond]
And so much damage
[Both]
There are no words
[Edmond]
Left to say...
I Know Those Eyes / This Man Is Dead was written by Jack Murphy.
Frank Wildhorn and Jack Murphy released I Know Those Eyes / This Man Is Dead on Tue Jan 01 2008.