Composer Andrew Lloyd Webber Past the point of no return
No backward glances
Our games of make-believe are at an end
Past a thought of "if" or "when"
No use resisting
Abandon thought and let the dream descend
What raging fires shall flood the soul
What rich desire unlocks its door
What sweet seduction lies before us
Past the point of no return
The final threshold
What warm unspoken secrets
Will we learn
Beyond the point of no return
Christine (Aminta):
Past the point of no return No going back now Our passion-play has now at last begun Past all thought of right or wrong One final question How long should we two wait before we're one When will the blood begin to race The sleeping bud burst into bloom When will the flames at last consume us
Both:
Past the point of no return The final threshold The bridge is crossed So stand and watch it burn We've passed the point of no return