Heather Nova ( 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
No one would listen No one but her Heard as the outcast hears. Shamed into solitude Shunned by the multitude I learned to listen In my dark, my heart
down once more to the dungeon of my black despair , down we plunge to the prison of my mind, down that part into drakness deep as hell !
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
Why have you brought me here? Can?t go back there We must return, he'll kill you, his eyes will find us there Christine, don't say that, those eyes that
Bravi, bravi, bravissimi Where in the world have you been hiding? Really, you were perfect I only wish I knew your secret Who is this new tutor? Father
Like yellow parchment is his skin A great black hole serve's as the nose that never grew You must be always on your guard Or he will catch you with his
No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears I'm here, nothing can harm you my words will warm and calm you Let me be your freedom, let daylight
Poor fool, he makes me laugh [Incomprehensible] I tried to get a better, better half Poor fool, he doesn't know If he knew the truth, he'd never, ever
Think of me, think of me fondly When we've said goodbye Remember me once in a while Please promise me you'll try When you find that once again you long
Past the point of no return, no backward glances The games we played 'til now are at an end Past all thought of 'If' or 'When', no use resisting Abandon
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defenses Slowly, gently night unfurls
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
C'mon yeah I've been looking so long for you now You won't get away from my grasp You've been living so long in hiding In hiding behind that false mask
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
Little Lottie thought of everything and nothing Her father promised her that he Would sent her The Angel Of Music Her father promised her Her father promised
[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