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

Here, the unseen genius

Meg:

Christine you must have been dreaming

Stories like this [bad word] ture

Christine you're talking in riddles

And it's not like you

Christine:

Angel of music

Guide and guardian

Grant to me your glory

Meg: Who is this angel?, this

Both:

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