(bravo bravo medie meseemo!)
Christine, Christine, (christine)
where in the world have you been hiding
really you were perfect
i only wish i knew your secret
who is your great tutor
father once spoke of an angel
i used to dream he'd appear
now as i sing i can sense him
and i know he's here
here in this room he calls me softly
somewhere inside, hiding
somehow i know he's always with me
>he's the unseen genious
christine you must have been dreaming
stories like this can't come true
christine your talking in riddles
and it's not like you
angel of music guide and gaurd me
grant to me your glory
angel of music hide no longer
secret and strange angel
he's with me even now
your hands are cold (all around me)
your face christine, it's white
it frightens me
don't be frightened....