The phanton of the opera

CHRISTINE

In sleep he sang to me,

in dreams he came...

that voice which calls to me

and speaks my name...



And do I dream again?

For now I find

the Phantom of the Opera

is there - inside my mind...



PHANTOM

Sing once again with me

our strange duet...

My power over you

grows stronger yet...



And though you turn from me,

to glance behind,

the Phantom of the Opera

is there - inside your mind...



CHRISTINE

Those who have seen your face

draw back in fear...

I am the mask you wear...



PHANTOM

It ’s me they hear...



BOTH

Your/my spirit and your/my voice,

in one combined:

the Phantom of the Opera

is there inside your/my mind...





PHANTOM

In all your fantasies,

you always knew

that man and mystery...



CHRISTINE

...were both in you...



BOTH

And in this labyrinth,

where night is blind,

the Phantom of the Opera

is there/here inside your/my mind...



Sing, my Angel of Music!



CHRISTINE

He ’s there, the Phantom of the Opera...