RAOUL: Why have you brought me here? We must return!
CHRISTINE: His eyes will find us there, those eyes that burn!
And if he has to kill a thousand men-
The phantom of the opera will kill and kill again!
My god who is this man, who hunts to kill?
I can't escape from him, I never will!
BOTH: And in this labyrinth, where night is blind-
The phaaaaaaaaaantom of the opera is here/there inside my/your mind!
RAOUL: There is no phantom of the opera!
CHRISTINE: Raoul, I've been there! To his world of unending night!
To a world where the daylight dissolves into darkness? Darkness?
Raoul, I've seen him! Can I ever forget that sight?
Can I ever escape from that face? So distorted, deformed,
It was hardly a face, in that darkness Darkness
Yet his voice filed my spirit with a strange sweet sound,
In that night, there was music in my mind.
And through music, my soul began to soar!
And I heard as I'd never heard before-
( RAOUL: What you heard was a dream and nothing more.)
CHRISTINE: Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world,
Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore.