She looks for sympathy
I give her sorrow
She asks for honesty
I've none to borrow

She needs my tender kiss
She begs it of me
I give her ugliness
Why does she love me?

She yearns for higher things
Things I can't give her [bad word] that music brings
I can't deliver

And even when she sings
And soars above me
I try to clip her wings
Why does she love me?

One more drink, sir
That's what I need
Don't you think, sir?
Leave the hurt behind

Did you hear me? Another drink.

She wants the man I was
Husband and father
At least she thinks she does
She needn't bother

Beneath this mask I wear
There's nothing of me
Just horror, shame, despair
Why does she love me?

How 'bout you sir?
Tell me, what am I to do sir
Leave the hurt behind.

MEG
Morning Bernie!
Coffee please!
Hurry up before I freeze!
I'll just take it black.  
 [bad word]  Fancy meeting you here...

RAOUL
Miss Giry...

MEG
Drowning your sorrows, are you?

RAOUL
On the contrary, I'm celebrating a reunion with old friends. Friends I had long thought dead and buried. And you?

MEG
Me? I'm in for a swim. 

This town is coarse and cold and mean
It's hard to keep your conscience clean
Faceless in the crowd
Anything's allowed

And so [bad word] at dawn each [bad word] to wash it all away
Sink into the sea
Blue and cool and kind
Let it set me free
Let the past unwind
Leave the hurt behind

RAOUL
Miss Giry...

MEG
What do you think will happen [bad word]  at the concert? Have you thought? When he hears her sing again...when she sings... 

RAOUL
Ah, Miss Giry, I wish I knew, but I'm afraid her music has always been somewhat of a mystery to me.

MEG
But there's more to this than the music, monsieur! Believe me! I saw it! There's something I...I don't know! Just take her away! Now! For all our sakes. 

Sail across the sea
Put us out of mind
Close you eyes and flee
Let yourself stay blind

RAOUL
What do you mean? What are you talking about!?

MEG [bad word] me, monsieur! Don't let her sing! One he gets into her soul, there's nothing she won't do for him.

Leave this place behind!

RAOUL
Miss Giry! He's not Mephistopheles you know! When [bad word] down to it, he's just another circus freak. I'm not afraid of him!