Point of No Return
PHANTOM:
You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge,
in pursuit of that wish,
which till now has been silent,
silent ...
I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge -
in your mind you've already succumbed to me,
dropped all defenses, co mpletely succumbed to me -
now you are here with me: no second thoughts,
you've decided,
decided ...
Past the point of no return - no backward glances:
the games we've played till now are at an end ...
Past all thought of "if" and "when" - no use resisting:
abandon thought, and let the dream descend ...
What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlock its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us ... ?
Past the point of no return, the final threshold -
what warm, unspoken secrets will we lea rn?
Beyond the point of no return ...
CHRISTINE:
You have brought me to that moment where words run dry,
to that moment where speech disappears into silence,
silence ...
I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why ...
In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining,
defenceless and silent - and now I am here with you:
no second thoughts, I've decided,
decided ...
Past the point of no return - no going back now:
our passion-play has now, at last, begun ...
Past all thought of right and wrong - one final question:
how long should we two wait, before we're one ... ?
When will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last, consume us ... ?
BOTH:
Past the point of no return, the final threshold -
the brid ge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn ...
We've passed the point of no return ...
PHANTOM:
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime ...
Lead me, save me from my solitude ...
Say you want me with you, here beside you ...
Anywhere you go let me go too -
Christine, that's all I ask of ...
CARLOTTA:
What is it? What has happened? Ubaldo!
ANDRE:
Oh, my God ... my God ...
FIRMIN:
We're ruined, Andre - ruined!
GIRY:
Monsieur le Vicomte! Come with me!
CARLOTTA:
Oh, my darling, my darling ... who has done this? You! Why did you let this happen?
GIRY:
Monsieur le Vicomte, I know where they are.
RAOUL:
But can I trust you?
GIRY:
You must. But remember: your hand at the level of your eyes!
RAOUL:
But why ... ?
GIRY:
Why? The Punjab lasso, monsieur. First Buquet. Now Piangi.
MEG:
Like this, monsieur. I'll come with you.
GIRY:
No, Meg! No, you stay here! Come with me, monsieur. Hurry, or we shall be too late ...