HeineForever

On one winter’s night in London, a young female opera singer was walking down the London streets, singing the Phantom of the opera, which is heard to be London’s greatest opera. 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 Sing once again with me Our strange duet My power over you Grows stronger yet And though you turn from me To glance behind The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside your mind Those who have seen your face Draw back in fear I am the mask you wear It's me they hear My/your spirit and you