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 . . .

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 . . .

Those who
have seen your face
draw back
in fear . . .
I am
the mask you wear . . .

It's me
they hear . . .

Your/my spirit
and your/my voice,
in [bad word] 
the Phantom of the Opera
is there
inside your/my mind . . .

He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera . . .
Beware
the Phantom of the Opera . . .

In all
your fantasies
,
you always
knew
that man
and mystery . . .

. . . were both
in you . . .

And in
this labyrinth,
where night
is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera
is there/here
inside your/my mind . . .
Sing, my Angel of Music!

He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera . . .
(She begins to vocalise strangely, her song [bad word] more and more extravagant