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    Here, the unseen genius       Meg:    Christine you must have been dreaming    Stories like this can't come ture    Christine you're talking in riddles    And it's not like you       Christine:    Angel of music    Guide and guardian    Grant to me 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 it's white    Christine: It frightens me    Meg: Don't be frightened