A/N: I have nothing against the song, or Phantom of the Opera. Italics are the song "The Point of No Return". Regular font is my commentary.
You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge,
Actually no I didn't.
in pursuit of that wish, which till now
has been silent, silent . . .
I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge -
in your mind you've already succumbed to me
Again, I don't want you so get over it.
dropped all defences completely succumbed to me -
now you are here with me
Which sucks for me.
no second thoughts, you've decided, decided . . .
Sure about that?
Past the point of no return - no backward glances:
our games of make believe are at an end . . .
Since when did I play games with you?
Past all thought of "if" or "when" -
no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . .
Um, no thanks. Not with you around.
What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
Right now? None.
What sweet seduction lies before us . . .?
Past the point of no return, the final threshold,
what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn?
Once again, none.
Beyond the point of no return . . .
Damn it.
You have brought me to that moment where words run dry,
to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence . . .
Lies!
I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why . . .
Sure about that?
In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining defenceless and silent -
Well then. If that couldn't get weirder.
and now I am here with you: no second thoughts, I've decided, decided . . .
Past the point of no return no going back now:
our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . .
What is wrong with you?
Past all thought of right or wrong - one final question:
Again, very, very wrong. What would Raoul think of this?
how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .?
When will the blood begin to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last, consume us . . .?
Hopefully very soon, cause I'm getting scared.
Past the point of no return the final threshold,
the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . .
Oh, here comes the headache.
We've passed the point of no return . . .
Anybody got any aspirin?
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime . . .
Lead me, save me from my solitude . . .
Say you want me with you, here beside you . . .
Anywhere you go let me go too, Christine that's all I ask of . . .
Good job trying to hide your identity, Erik. Bravo to you.