I don't own Phantom
Return
In sleep he sang
To me years ago
I had a thought
Now I know
I hear the voice
Making my spirit soar
The Phantom of the Opera
Calls me once more
He wants me back
Back from my new life
He's calling me
To be his wife
I try not to listen
I try not to hear
But in truth, to me
That voice has been dear
While I lie awake
I feel joy, not fright
In hearing again
The music of the night
I thought he was gone
It had pained me so
Him being alive
Is a good thing to know
On the roof top alone
I sit tonight
Resting in darkness
Finding no comfort in light
A hand holding mine
A voice in my ear
The sound of the voice
I have longed to hear
"Dearest Christine,
Let your new life burn
Your angel of music
Has returned"