Dreams Of Sanity

Masquerade - Act 3
In which the darkness masks the mask.
[Christine:]
I close my eyes and wonder: "Where is this man"
Who spoke so true with passion felt through centuries
When I was alone this voice washed my fears away
These sounds from the dark that vanish in the light of day.
What I feel and what I see is not the same
Deep within your voice swings more than one world's pain