He asked me to run away with him.
No, he's demanding I run away with him.
How could I say no?
"He wants to know how I feel about him.
I would like to know the same thing.
When I think of him, I can't make out his face;
I only see Erik.
"Erik's stance, his rare smiles, his tears.
And, oh, Erik's magnificent hands!
Those abnormally long, thin fingers
Commanding the keys.
"Lord, I know he's a murderer and a thief,
But do they not also have feelings?
Do they deserve happiness like the rest of us,
Or are they immune to it?
"Raoul thinks he's a demon: the devil himself.
But although he has frightened me before,
How could a demon be so tender at times
And inspire me so?
"Oh, how I fear tonight's performance!
The aftermath of it all is breathtaking.
I cannot decide, and I only have an hour to...
Lord, what is my path?
"Raoul will be waiting after Faust with the carriage.
We are to leave this beautiful city I now call home.
Erik will wait for me in his dinning room; I will not come;
He will surely die!
"Lord how I wish I could sing with him once more!
I could show him just how much he means to me.
He has indented my heart; his music--and spirit--will be with me always
Even when he is not."