Beneath the operahouse,. I know he's there,. He's with me on the stage,. He's everywhere.. And when my song begins,. I always find,. The Phantom of the Opera.
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.
The painted faces on the street. caricatures of long ago. oh they were young and oh so sweet. down beyond the boulevard. knock on doors and empty halls.
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.
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist the notes I write.
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. . Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor.
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.
[Parry]. . On the surface things look different. What's underneath you cannot tell. For years it seems that everything is going well. . Behind the laughter hides a mystery.