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 spirit and my voice 
in one combined; 
the phantom of the opera is there 
inside my 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 
inside my mind. 
He's there the phantom of the opera. 
Ah .........

(Andrew Lloyd Webber)