Phantom:
Brava
Brava
Bravessima
Meg:
Christine...
Christine...
Phantom:
Christine...
Meg:
Where in the world you been
hiding? Really you were perfect
I only wish I knew your secret,
Who is this new 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 alway 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 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, is white
Christine:
It frightens me
Meg:
Don't be frightened
