You were once my one companion You were all that mattered You were once a friend and father Then my world was shattered Wishing you were somehow here
CHORUS Masquerade! Paper faces on parade . . . Masquerade! Hide your face, so the world will never find you! Masquerade! Every face a different shade
Child of the wilderness Born into emptiness Learn to be lonely Learn to find your way in darkness Who will be there for you Comfort and care for you
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
But now we know The Phantom of the Opera is here Deep down below He's here, the Phantom of the Opera! He's here, the Phantom of the Opera! CHRISTINE
No one would listen No one but her Heard as the outcast hears. Shamed into solitude Shunned by the multitude I learned to listen In my dark, my heart
Past the point of no return, no backward glances The games we've played, till now are at an end Past all thought of if or when, no use resisting Abandon
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defenses Slowly, gently night unfurls
AMINTA(CHRISTINE) No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy No dreams within her heart, but dreams of love PASSARINO Master? DON JUAN(PHANTOM
Like yellow parchment is his skin A great black hole serve's as the nose that never grew You must be always on your guard Or he will catch you with his
year Quite a night, I'm impressed Well, one does one's best Here's to us The toast for the city What a pity that the Phantom can't be here Masquerade
a night, I'm impressed Well, one does one's best Here's to us I must say all the same, that it's a shame That Phantom fellow isn't here
now tell you that these were all true and it is my pleasure to introduce you to the two gentlemen Who now own the Opera Populaire, Monsieur Richard Firmin
Insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph Angel, I hear you speak, I listen
) Phantom: I am your angel of music (gloved hand [phantom's] comes out of opened mirror; Christine reaches for it) Raoul:(Spoken) Christine! Christine! Phantom
Far from my fathering gaze... Christine: Wildly my mind beats against you... Phantom: You resist.... Phantom/Christine: Yet your/the soul obeys... Phantom
Phantom gets up) Phantom: DON'T GO! (Raoul and Christine exit. As they are exiting, the PHANTOM declaims in fury) (He has been foiled again): PHANTOM
Past the point of no return, no backward glances The games we played 'til now are at an end Past all thought of 'If' or 'When', no use resisting Abandon