Stranger than you dreamt it

Can you even dare to look

Or bare to think of me:

This loathsome gargoyle, who burns in h***,

But secretly yearns for heaven,

Secretly... secretly...

Christine...



Fear can turn to love - you'll learn to see

To find the man behind the monster:

This repulsive carcass, who seems a beast

But secretly dreams of beauty,

Secretly... secretly...

Oh, Christine...



Come, we must return

Those two fools Who run my

Theater will be missing you.