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:
My/Your spirit and my/your voice
In one combined
The phantom of the opera
Is there inside my/your mind
CHRISTINE:
He's there, the phantom of the opera
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh....
Night-time sharpens
Heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write
For I composed the music of the night
Close your eyes
For your eyes will only tell the truth
And the truth isn't what you want to see
In the dark it is easy to pretend
That the truth is what it ought to be
Softly
Deafening
Music shall caress you.
Hear it
Feel it
Secretly posses you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night
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:
My/Your spirit and my/your voice
In one combined
The phantom of the opera
Is there inside my/your mind
CHRISTINE:
He's there, the phantom of the opera
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh....
Night-time sharpens
Heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write
For I composed the music of the night
Close your eyes
For your eyes will only tell the truth
And the truth isn't what you want to see
In the dark it is easy to pretend
That the truth is what it ought to be
Softly
Deafening
Music shall caress you.
Hear it
Feel it
Secretly posses you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night