I Remember
CHRISTINE
I remember there was mist.
Swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake.
There were candles all around, and in 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?
Stranger Than You Dreamt It
PHANTOM
Damn you!
You little prying Pandora!
You little demon!
This is/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 loathsome gargoyle,
Who burns in Hell,
But secretly yearns for Heaven,
Secretly, secretly...
Oh/But, Christine...
Fear can turn to love,
You'll learn to see, to find the man,
Behind the monster,
This, replusive carcass,
Who seems a beast,
But, secretly dreams of beauty,
Secretly, secretly...
Oh, Christine...
Come we must return!
Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you!