Raoul:   Why have you brought me here?      Christine:   We can't go back there!      Raoul:   We must return!      Christine:   He'll kill you!   His eyes will find us there!      Raoul:   Christine, don't say that      Christine:   Those eyes that burn!      Raoul:   Don't even think it      Christine:   And if he has to kill a thousand men      Raoul:   Forget this waking nightmare      Christine:   The Phantom of the Opera will kill      Raoul:   This phantom is a fable   Believe me      Christine:   ...and kill again!      Raoul:   There is no Phantom of the Opera      Christine:   My God, who is this man      Raoul:   My God, who is this man      Christine:   ...who hunts to kill?      Raoul:   ...this mask of death?      Christine:   I can't escape from him      Raoul:   Whose is this voice you hear      Christine:   ...I never will!      Raoul:   ...with every breath?      Both:   And in this labyrinth,   where light is blind   the Phantom of the Opera   is here/there   inside your/my mind      Raoul:   There is no Phantom of the Opera         Christine:   Raoul, I've been there, to his world of   unending night   To a world where the daylight dissolves   into darkness, darkness   Raoul, I've seen him!   Can I ever forget that sight?   Can I ever escape from that face?   So distorted,deformed, it was hardly a face,   in the darkness, darkness   But his voice filled my spirit   with a strange, sweet sound   In that night there was music in my mind   And through music my soul began to soar!   And I heard as I'd never heard before      Raoul:   What you heard was a dream and nothing more      Christine:   Yet in his eyes all the sadness of the world   Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore      Raoul:   Christine, Christine      Phantom:   Christine