Erik mourns:
Why do you torment me?
Why do you let me taste heaven?
Why do you let me forget I belong in hell?
Why do you care for the man in the mask?
Tell me, why do you?
Christine's wonders:
Why do you move my soul?
Why do you sing like the angel I've dreamt of?
Why do you guide me both towards and away from love?
Why do you hide the truth of your love from your student?
Tell me, why do you?
Raoul demands:
Why do you hide from me?
Why do you not tell me what frightens you?
Why do you sing for him, when you know my heart?
Why do you waver between him and me?
Tell me, why do you?
Meg questions:
Why do you not tell me your secret?
Why do you speak as though you are in a dream?
Why do you mourn the blessings you have?
Why do you not trust your little dancer?
Tell me, why do you?
Caelia prays:
Why are we each damned, in our own way?
Why are we each harboring doubt and secrets?
Why are we each frightened by love?
Why are we each bewitched by the music of the night?
Tell me, why are we?
Angels above, hear my cry,
Tell me why are we?
Someone tell me why.