RAOUL: Why have you brought me here? We must return! CHRISTINE: His eyes will find us there those eyes that burn! And if he has to kill a thousand men- The phantom of the opera will kill and kill again! (Change to ) My god who is this man who hunts to kill? I can’t escape from him I never will! BOTH: And in this labyrinth where night is blind- The phaaaaaaaaaantom of the opera is here/there inside my/your mind! RAOUL: There is no phantom of the opera! 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... Yet his voice filed 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 was a dream and nothing more.)   CHRISTINE: Yet in his eyes all the sadness of the world Those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore.