Andrew Lloyd Webber Til I Hear You Sing
Phantom:
Ten long years living a mere facade of life. Ten long years wasting my time with smoke and noise. In my mind I hear melodies pure and unearthly, but I find I can't give them a voice without you. My Christine, my Christine. Lost and gone, lost and gone...
The day starts, the day ends. Time crawls by. Night steals in pacing the floor. The moments creep, yet I can't bear to sleep 'til I hear you sing. And weeks pass, and months pass. Seasons fly. Still you don't through the door, and in a haze I count the silent days 'til I hear you sing once more.
And sometimes at nighttime I dream that you are there, but wake holding nothing but the empty air...
And years come, and years go. Time runs dry. Still I ache down to the core. My broken soul can't be live and whole 'til I hear you sing once more.
And music, your music, it teases at my ear. I turn and it fades away and you're not here!
Let hopes pass, let dreams pass. Let them die! Without you what are they for? I always feel no more than halfway real, 'til I hear you sing once more!
