(bravo bravo medie meseemo!)

Christine, Christine, (christine)

where in the world have you been hiding
really you were perfect
i only wish i knew your secret
who is your great tutor

father once spoke of an angel
i used to dream he'd appear
now as i sing i can sense him
and i know he's here
here in this room he calls me softly
somewhere insdie, hiding
somehow i know he's always with me
he's the unseen genious

christine you must have been dreaming
stories like this can't come true
christine your talking in riddles
and it's not like you

angel of music guide and gaurd me
greatly your glory
angel of music hide no longer
sing with that strange angel

he's with me in the night
your hands are cold (around me)
your face christine, it's white
he frightens me
don't be frightened....