…I have been sitting here for ages, I write lyrics, and see all the faces. They are very talkative humans, I dont know, if its real or just all rumours. I have been packing all my stuff, I have a ticket to the new place…

…if you meet a friendly horse Will you communicate by mo-o-o-o-orse? mo-o-o-o-orse? mo-o-o-o-orse? How will you speak to that ho-o-o-o-orse? ho-o-o-o-orse? ho-o-o-o-orse? What does the fox say? Jacha-chacha-chacha-chow…

…needed nothing it had A swan of white, she came to me The lake mirrored her beauty sweet I kissed her neck, adored her grace But needed nothing she could give Gar tuht river Ger te rheged…

…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…

…Got the eye of the tiger You will see me touch the sky Come power and glory, all just for one man On the road to the castle, Sacrificies must be made Can you see the fire in my hungry eyes? I want the World And…

…creation. I saw it's soul, envied it's pride. But needed nothing it had. An owl came to me, old and wise. Pierced right through my youth. I learned its ways, envied it's sense. But needed nothing it had. Don't give me love…

…Remember the first dance we shared? Recall the night you melted my ugliness away? The night you left with a kiss so kind Only a scent of beauty left behind Ah dear friend I remember that night The moon and the dreams…

…In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my mind Sing once again with me Our strange duet…