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!.
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.