PHANTOM:
Brava, brava, bravissima
MEG:
Christine, Christine
PHANTOM:
Christine
MEG:
Where in the world have you been hiding?
Really, you were perfect
I only wish I knew your secret
Who is your great tutor?
CHRISTINE:
Father once spoke of an Angel
I used to dream he'd appear
Now as I sing I can sense him
And I know he's here
Here in this room, he calls me softly
Somewhere inside, hiding
Somehow I know he's always with me
He, the unseen genius
MEG:
Christine, you must have been dreaming
Stories like this can't come true
Christine, you're talking in riddles
And it's not like you
CHRISTINE:
Angel of music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory
CHRISTINE:
Angel of music, hide no longer
Secret and strange Angel
CHRISTINE:
He's with me even now
MEG:
Your hands are cold
CHRISTINE:
All around me
MEG:
Your face, Christine, it's white
CHRISTINE:
It frightens me,
MEG:
Don't be frightened