[CHRISTINE]
I remember there was mist
Swirling mist upon a vast, glassy 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?

[PHANTOM]
Damn you! You, little prying 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 loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell
But secretly yearns for heaven
Secretly, secretly, 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
[PHANTOM, spoken]
Come, we must return
Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you