In sleep he sang to me in dreams he came.
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name.
And do I dream again, for now I find
the phantom of the opera is there
inside my mind.
In all your fantasies, you always knew
that man and mystery were both in you.
And in this labyrinth where night is blind,
the phantom of the opera is there
inside my mind.
This will be the TEXT COLOR.