The Phantom of the opera

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 here,
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:
My/your spirit and my/your voice,
In one combined.
The Phantom of the Opera is here/there
Inside your/my mind

Christine:
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera!

Phantom:
Sing my angel of music
sing my angel
sing for me
sing my angel
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