'Little Lotte let her mind wander...'
Christine
You remember that, too...
Raoul
'...Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls...'
Both
'...or of goblins, of shoes...'
Christine
'...or of riddles, of frocks...'
Raoul
Those picnics in the attic...
'...or of chocolates...'
Christine
Father playing the violin...
Raoul
As we read to each other dark stories
Christine
'No - what I love best, Lotte said,
is when I'm asleep in my bed,
and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!'
Both
...Angel of Music sings songs in my head!'
Phantom's Voice
Insolent Boy!
This slave
of fashin,
basking in your
glory!
Ignorant fool!
This brave
young suitor,
sharing in my
triumph
Christine
Angel! I hear you!
Speak -
I listen...
stay by my side,
guide me!
Angel, my soulwas
weak -
forgive me...
enter at last,
Master!
Phantom's Voice
Flattering child,
you shall know me,
see why in shadow
I hide!
Look at your face
in the mirror -
I am there
inside!
Christine
Amegl of Music!
Guide
ang guardian!
Grant to me you
glory!
Angel of music!
Hide
no longer!
Come to me, strange
angel...
Phantom's Voice
I am your Angel...
Come to me: Angel of Music...
Raoul
Whoes is that voice...?
Who is that in there...?
Phantom
I am your Angel of Music
Com to me: Angel of Music
Raoul
Christine! Angel!