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 your/my voice
     in one combined:
     the Phantom of the Opera is there -
     inside your/my mind ...

CHORUS:

     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:

     Sing, my Angel of Music!

CHRISTINE:

     He's there, the Phantom of the Opera ...

PHANTOM:

     Sing for me ... sing.
     Sing my Angel ... sing.
     Sing for me.

PHANTOM:

     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 ...