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 my/your voice,
in one combined
the Phantom of the Opera is there
inside my/your mind ...
He's there
The Phantom of the Opera
Beware the Phantom of the Opera
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 ...
PHANTOM: My Angel of Music!
CHRISTINE: He's there
The Phantom of the Opera
PHANTOM: Sing!
Sing!
Sing!
Sing!
Sing!
Sing for me!
I have brought you,
To the seat of sweet music's throne.
To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music,
Music.
You have come here.
For one purpose and one alone.
Since the moment I first heard you sing,
I have needed you with me to serve me, to sing,
For my music.
My music