Andrew Lloyd Webber - Little Lotte.../The Mirror... (Angel Music) lyrics

[RAOUL] Little Lotte let her mind wander [CHRISTINE] Remember that (?) too [RAOUL] Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls [RAOUL & CHRISTINE] Or of goblins or shoes? [CHRISTINE] Or of riddles of frocks [RAOUL, spoken] Those picnics in the attic [RAOUL] Or of chocolates [CHRISTINE, spoken] Father playing the violin [RAOUL, spoken] As we read to each other dark stories of the North [CHRISTINE, sung] No, what I love best, Lotte said Is when I'm asleep in my bed And the Angel of Music sings songs in my head! [RAOUL & CHRISTINE] The Angel of Music sings songs in my head! [PHANTOM] Insolent boy! This slave of fashion Basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor Sharing in my triumph! [CHRISTINE] Angel! I hear you! Speak, I listen Stay by my side, guide me! Angel, my soul was weak Forgive me Enter at last, Master! [PHANTOM] Flattering child You shall know me See why in shadow I hide Look at your face in the mirror I am there inside! [CHRISTINE] Angel of Music! Guide and guardian! Grant to me your glory! Angel of Music! Hide no longer! Come to me, strange angel [PHANTOM] I am your Angel Come to me: Angel of Music [RAOUL] Whose is that voice? Who is that in there? [PHANTOM] I am your Angel of Music Come to me: Angel of Music [RAOUL] Christine!