When I hope I woke, I want too much When you try to save yourself And I hope you don't, I want too much In dreams I fly above the barn With goats and violins
off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet You would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On desolation
me a backwood, roll a violet Blow the smoke out and scream violence Only thing slowin n-gga down is the violin Yeah The violin, yeah the violin Game
to me, strange angel PHANTOM I am your Angel of Music Come to me: Angel of Music RAOUL Whose is that voice? Who is that in there? PHANTOM I am your
) Phantom: I am your angel of music (gloved hand [phantom's] comes out of opened mirror; Christine reaches for it) Raoul:(Spoken) Christine! Christine! Phantom
of goblins, of shoes . . ." CHRISTINE ". . . or of riddles. of frocks . . ." RAOUL Those picnics in the attic . . . ". . . or of chocolates . . ." CHRISTINE Father playing the violin
Sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you Would not think To look at him But he was famous long ago For playing The electric violin On Desolation
give me a backwood, roll a violet Blow the smoke out and scream violence Only thing slowin n-gga down is the violin Yeah The violin, yeah the violin
sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation
off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet You would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation