In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came,
that voice which calls to me,
and speaks my name.
And do I dream again? For now I find
the phantom of the opera is there
inside my mind, sing once again with me our strange duet;
my power over you grows stronger yet.
And though you turn from me to glance behind,
the phantom of the opera is there
inside your mind, those who have seen your face
draw back in fear.
I am the mask you wear, it's me they hear. Your spirit and my voice in one combined;
the phantom of the opera is there
inside, my your mind. He's there the phantom of the opera.
Beware the phantom of the opera, In all your fantasies, you always knew
that man and mystery were both in you. And in this labyrinth where night is blind,
the Phantom of the opera is here
inside my your mind. Sing, my angel of music! (The Phantom of the opera ♪)
