I'd like to do a song from my first album for you, and the reason I'd like to do this song for you is because it's got a line in it which I think applies to you. The line is, I watch and wait to see if time will bring a new crowd who will judge me differently. But you're that crowd and I thank you. You've been very nice and it's very late. This is called Phantom of the Opera. Thank you. Phantom of the Opera I wrote a song tonight And no one else will hear it Although my voice rings loud If you were once to see my face I know you'd fear it Your screams would drown my song Just what my face has got to do with what I'm saying Never has been clear to me How could my features change my words is what I'm saying Something you don't hear but see I am your phantom who is buried in the curtain I'm a chandelier I may be hidden in the wings You may be certain My watchful eyes are near I watch and wait to see if time will bring a new crowd Who will judge me differently Yet every night they say the orchestra is too loud But they love the scenery You don't know what a lovely song I'd sing each hour I'd sing it just for you I hate these catacombs that are mine I've written what I want to be with you Beneath this mask there is a face But the face is just a mask But a mask there is a man He is the stranger that he seems I am the phantom of your dream Thank you very much.