[00:16.98]He opens his eyes
[00:18.60]Falls in love at first sight
[00:20.60]With the girl in the doorway
[00:23.23]
[00:24.98]What beautiful lines
[00:25.79]
[00:26.91]Heart full of life
[00:27.91]
[00:28.54]After thousands of years
[00:29.73]
[00:30.54]what a face to wake up to
[00:32.67]He holds back a sigh
[00:34.35]As she touches his arm
[00:35.54]
[00:36.48]She dusts off the bed where til now he's been sleeping
[00:39.98]
[00:40.54]Under mires of stone
[00:41.85]
[00:42.42]The dry fig of his heart
[00:44.24]Under scarab and bone
[00:45.49]
[00:46.31]Starts back to its beating
[00:48.31]She carries him home
[00:57.93]
[00:58.81]In a beautiful boat
[00:59.87]
[01:00.93]He watches the sea from a porthole in stowage
[01:04.68]He can hear all she says
[01:06.57]As she sits by his bed
[01:08.32]And one day his lips answered her
[01:10.69]In her own language
[01:12.32]The days quickly pass
[01:13.57]
[01:14.26]He loves making her laugh
[01:15.44]
[01:16.32]The first time he moves it's her hair that he touches
[01:20.07]She asks "Are you cursed?"
[01:21.44]He says "I think that I'm cured."
[01:24.01]Then he talks of the Nile and the girls in bulrushes
[01:27.82]
[01:44.70]In New York he is laid
[01:46.07]
[01:46.63]In a glass covered case
[01:47.76]
[01:48.63]He pretends he is dead
[01:50.01]
[01:50.51]People crowd round to see him
[01:52.45]But at night she comes round
[01:54.14]And the two wander down the halls of the tomb
[01:57.57]
[01:58.26]That she calls a museum
[01:59.70]
[02:00.32]But he stops to rest
[02:01.95]Then less and less
[02:03.26]
[02:03.95]Then it's her that looks tired
[02:05.95]Staying up asking questions
[02:07.14]
[02:07.76]He learns how to read
[02:09.76]From the papers that she is writing about him
[02:13.01]
[02:13.83]Then he makes corrections
[02:15.01]
[02:15.64]It's his face on her book
[02:17.70]More come to look
[02:18.83]
[02:19.89]Families from Iowa
[02:20.95]
[02:21.76]Upper West-Siders
[02:22.76]
[02:23.89]Then one day it's too much
[02:25.83]He decides to get up
[02:27.58]Then as chaos ensues he walks outside to find her
[02:31.45]She is using a cane
[02:32.83]
[02:34.01]And her face looks too pale
[02:35.95]But she's happy to see him
[02:37.77]As they walk he supports her
[02:39.52]She asks "Are you cursed?"
[02:41.58]But his answer is obscured
[02:43.02]
[02:43.64]In a sandstorm of flashbulbs
[02:45.64]Rowdy reporters
[02:47.14]
[03:21.08]Such reanimation
[03:22.21]
[03:22.90]The two tour the nation
[03:24.77]He gets out of limos
[03:26.59]Meets other women
[03:27.84]
[03:28.77]He speaks of her fondly
[03:29.96]
[03:30.52]Their nights in the museum
[03:31.71]
[03:32.34]She's just one more rag now he's dragging behind him
[03:36.65]She stops going out
[03:37.65]
[03:38.27]She just lies there in bed
[03:40.27]In hotels in whatever towns they are speaking
[03:43.40]
[03:44.40]Then her face starts to set
[03:46.02]
[03:46.59]And her hands start to fold
[03:48.27]Then one day the dry fig of her heart stops its beating
[03:52.21]
[04:10.51]Long ago on the ship
[04:12.39]She asked why pyramids
[04:13.70]
[04:14.70]He said "Think of them as an immense invitation."
[04:18.08]
[04:18.70]She asks "Are you cursed?"
[04:20.14]He says "I think that I'm cured."
[04:22.26]
[04:22.89]Then he kissed her and hoped
[04:24.45]
[04:25.08]That she'd forget that question

He opens his eyes
Falls in love at first sight
With the girl in the doorway
What beautiful lines
Heart full of life
After thousands of years
what a face to wake up to
He holds back a sigh
As she touches his arm
She dusts off the bed where til now he's been sleeping
Under mires of stone
The dry fig of his heart
Under scarab and bone
Starts back to its beating
She carries him home
In a beautiful boat
He watches the sea from a porthole in stowage
He can hear all she says
As she sits by his bed
And one day his lips answered her
In her own language
The days quickly pass
He loves making her laugh
The first time he moves it's her hair that he touches
She asks "Are you cursed?"
He says "I think that I'm cured."
Then he talks of the Nile and the girls in bulrushes
In New York he is laid
In a glass covered case
He pretends he is dead
People crowd round to see him
But at night she comes round
And the two wander down the halls of the tomb
That she calls a museum
But he stops to rest
Then less and less
Then it's her that looks tired
Staying up asking questions
He learns how to read
From the papers that she is writing about him
Then he makes corrections
It's his face on her book
More come to look
Families from Iowa
Upper West-Siders
Then one day it's too much
He decides to get up
Then as chaos ensues he walks outside to find her
She is using a cane
And her face looks too pale
But she's happy to see him
As they walk he supports her
She asks "Are you cursed?"
But his answer is obscured
In a sandstorm of flashbulbs
Rowdy reporters
Such reanimation
The two tour the nation
He gets out of limos
Meets other women
He speaks of her fondly
Their nights in the museum
She's just one more rag now he's dragging behind him
She stops going out
She just lies there in bed
In hotels in whatever towns they are speaking
Then her face starts to set
And her hands start to fold
Then one day the dry fig of her heart stops its beating
Long ago on the ship
She asked why pyramids
He said "Think of them as an immense invitation."
She asks "Are you cursed?"
He says "I think that I'm cured."
Then he kissed her and hoped
That she'd forget that question