Christine:
Raoul, i've been there - to his world of unending night .
To a world where the daylight dissolves into darkness... darkness.
Raoul, i've seen him!
Can i ever forget that sight?
Can i ever escape from that face?
So distorted, deformed, it
Was hardly a face, in that darkness... darkness.
But his voice filled my spirit
With a strange, sweet sound.
In that night there was music in my mind.
And through music my soul began to soar!
And i heard as i'd never heard before.
Raoul:
What you heard qas a dream and nothing more.
Christine:
Yet in his eyes all the sadness of the world.
Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore.
Raoul: (comforting)
Christine...
Christine...
