Raoul:. We have all been blind. And yet the answer is staring us in the face. This could be the chance. To ensnare our clever friend. . Andre:. We're listening....
*CHRISTINE*. I remember. there was mist.... swirling mist. upon a vast, glassy lake.... . There were candles. all around,. and on the lake there. was a boat,.
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon my defenses. . Softly, gently, night unfits its splendor.
You were once my one companion. You were all that mattered. You were once a friend and father. Then my world was shattered. Wishing you were somehow here again.
CHRISTINE:. Think of me, think of me fondly. When we've said goodbye. Remember me, once in a while. Please, promise me you'll try. . When you find that once again you long.
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.
PHANTOM. Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair.... Down we plunge to the prison of my mind.... Down that path into darkness deep as hell!.
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. . Slowly, gently night unfurls it's splendor.
Insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory. Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph. . Angel, I hear you speak, I listen, stay by my side, guide me.
Child of the wilderness. Born into emptiness. Learn to be lonely. Learn to find your way in darkness. . Who will be there for you. Comfort and care for you.
PHANTOM:. Brava, Brava, Bravissima. . MEG:. Christine, Christine. . PHANTOM:. Christine. . MEG:. Where in the world have you been hiding?. Really, you were perfect.
I gave you my music, made your song take wing. And now, how you've repaid me, denied me and betrayed me. He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing, Christine.
[Both] denotes Christine and Raoul.. . (Raoul). No more talk of darkness. Forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you.
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.
On an open stretch of freeway. Underneath the canvas clouds. The blackness after evening. Swallowed everything around. . But just up ahead on the open horizon.