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

He, the unseen genius

MEG:

Christine, you must have been dreaming

Stories like this can't come true

Christine, you're talking in riddles

And it's not like you

CHRISTINE:

Angel of music, guide and guardian

Grant to me your glory

CHRISTINE:

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