Young Sculptors on a Bridge in Paris, the old Trocadero in the Distance - Carl Ernst von Stetten
In sleep he sang to me,
in dreams he came,
that voice which calls to me
and speaks my name…
And do I dream again? For now I find
the Phantom of the Opera is there… inside my mind!
Sing once again with me
our strange duet,
my power over you
grows stronger yet…
and though you turn from me to glance behind,
the Phantom of the Opera is there… inside your mind!
Those who have seen your face
draw back in fear…
I am the mask you wear…
…it’s me they hear…
your/my spirit and my/your voice in one combined,
the Phantom of the Opera is there… inside my/your mind!
In all your fantasies
you always knew
that man and mystery…
…were both in you…
and in this labyrinth where night is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera is there/here… inside your/my mind!
He’s there, the Phantom of the Opera…
My Angel of Music!
Sing for me!
I’ll never stop loving this song.