Raoul:

Why have you brought me here?

Christine:

We can't go back there!

Raoul:

We must return!

Christine:

He'll kill you!

His eyes will find us there!

Raoul:

Christine, don't say that

Christine:

Those eyes that burn!

Raoul:

Don't even think it

Christine:

And if he has to kill a thousand men

Raoul:

Forget this waking nightmare

Christine:

The Phantom of the Opera will kill

Raoul:

This phantom is a fable

Believe me

Christine:

...and kill again!

Raoul:

There is no Phantom of the Opera

Christine:

My God, who is this man

Raoul:

My God, who is this man

Christine:

...who hunts to kill?

Raoul:

...this mask of death?

Christine:

I can't escape from him

Raoul:

Whose is this voice you hear

Christine:

...I never will!

Raoul:

...with every breath?

Both:

And in this labyrinth,

where light is blind

the Phantom of the Opera

is here/there

inside your/my 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 the darkness, darkness

But his voice filled 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

Raoul:

Christine, Christine

Phantom:

Christine