CHRISTINE: I remember there was mist
 Swirling mist upon a vast glossy lake
 There were candles all around
 And on the lake there was a boat
 And in the boat there was a man
 Who was that shape in the shadows?
 Whose is the face in the mask?
 (She takes of his mask)
 PHANTOM: Damn you! You little plying pandora!
 You little demon! Is this what you wanted to see?!
 Curse you! You little lying Delilah!
 You little viper! Now you cannot ever be free!
 Damn you! Curse you!
 Stranger than you dreamt it
 Can you even dare to look?
 Or bear to think of me
 This lonesome gargoyle
 Who burns in hell but secretly
 Yearns for heaven secretly...
 but Christine...
 Fear can turn to love
 You'll learn to see to find the man
 Behind the monster this
 Repulsive carcass who seems a beast
 But secretly dreams of beauty secretly secretly
 Oh...Christine
 Come we must return
 Those two fools who run my theater
 Will be missing you.