Why Have You Brought Me Here... / Raoul, I've Been There...
RAOUL: Why have you brought me here?
CHRISTINE: Can't go back there!
RAOUL: We must return!
Christine: He'll kill you! His eyes will find us there!
RAOUL: Christine, don't say that . . .
CHRISTINE: Those eyes that burn!
RAOUL: Don't even think it . . .
CHRISTINE: And if he has to kill a thousand men -
RAOUL: Forget this waking nightmare . . .
CHRISTINE: The Phantom of the Opera will kill . . .
RAOUL: This phantom is a fable . . . Believe me . . .
CHRISTINE: . . . and kill again!
RAOUL: There is no Phantom of the Opera . . .
CHRISTINE: My God, who is this man . . .
RAOUL: My God, who is this man . . .
CHRISTINE: . . . who hunts to kill . . .?
RAOUL: . . . this mask of death . . .? CHRISTINE: I can't escape from him . . .
RAOUL: Whose is this voice you hear . . .
CHRISTINE: . . .I never will!
RAOUL: . . . with every breath . . .?
BOTH: And in this labyrinth, where night is blind the Phantom of the Opera is here: inside your/my 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 . . .
But his voice filled 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 . . .