In

sleep

he

sang

to

me,

In

dreams

he

came...

That

voice

which

calls

to

me

And

speaks

my

name...

And

do

I

dream

a-

gain?

For

now

I

find

The

Phan

-

tom

of

the

O-

pe-

ra

Is

there

in-

side

my

mind...

Sing

once

a-

gain

with

me

Our

strange

du-

et...

My

po-

wer

o-

ver

you

Grows

stron-

ger

yet...

And

though

you

turn

from

me,

To

glance

be-

hind,

The

Phan

-

tom

of

the

O-

pe-

ra

Is

there

in-

side

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

spi-

rit

And

your/my

voice

In

one

com-

bined:

The

Phan

-

tom

of

the

O-

pe-

ra

Is

there

in-

side

your/my

mind...

In

all

your

fan-

ta-

sies,

You

al-

ways

knew

That

man

and

my-

ste-

ry...

...were

both

in

you...

And

in

this

la-

by-

rinth

Where

night

is

blind,

The

Phan

-

tom

of

the

O-

pe-

ra

Is

there

here

Inside

your/my

mind...

Sing,

my

An-

gel

of

Mu-

sic!