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...
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...
Those who
have seen your face
draw back
in fear...
i am
the mask you wear...
it's me
they hear...
Your/my spirit
and your/my voice,
in one
combined:
the phantom of the opera
is there-
inside your/my mind...
He's there,
the phantom of the opera...
beware
the phantom of the opera...
In all
your fantasies,
you always knew
that man
and mystery...
...were both
in you...
And in
this labyrinth,
where night
is blind,
the phantom of the opera
is there/here-
inside your/my mind...
He's there the phantom of the opera
sing,sing my angel of music,sing,sing for me! |
