His words caress me as I sing;
Others shout for joy and applaud,
But his voice is the only thing I hear.
My spirit shines through my smile
Because he is the one I see.
His mask covers half his face,
And that is because I am his other half.
Those wings of pride and beauty
Hold me dear and let not one near;
Because I am his and his only,
Made for him, he for me.
One voice, one face.
A phantom, but to me not.
A devil, but to me not.
No one will understand it.
That my voice is his alone.