The Bottle Drops (Original London Cast Recording)

Her fingers slip

The bottle drops

And falling in slow motion

The bottle hits

The stopper rolls

Across the bedroom floor

And hits a wall

And with a click

It’s like a tiny trap-door opens

A tiny hole

A metal box

A rusty hinge

A broken lock

Slowly crack the treasure open

Cat’s-eye marble

Die-cast car

A pocket knife

A chocolate bar

A watch that’s waiting to be wound

A treasure waiting to be found

I am Howard Carter stepping into Tutankhamun's Tomb

A treasure chest... that a small boy had hidden 40 years ago

On August 31st, at 4 am in the morning Amélie has a dazzling idea

Give back the box

Wherever the owner was, she would find him and return his childhood

I have to try

Should he be moved by this, she'll start

Interfering in other people’s lives

If I did

I could be like Lady Di

If not...

Tough luck