[I. Impasse of Thoughts] I can’t see you, I can’t hear you Do you still exist? I can’t feel you, I can’t touch you, Do you exist? The Phantom
ha o to control the land Crushing metal strikes on this frightening night Fall onto your knees For the Phantom Lord The leather armies have prevailed The Phantom
voice in one combined; the phantom of the opera is there inside my/your mind. Voices: He's there the phantom of the opera. Beware the phantom of the opera. Phantom
We've been on the run Driving in the sun Looking out for #1 California here we come Right back where we started from Hustlers grab your guns Your shadow
branded sly, I am your ghostmaster baby free me. All you know, is alone, you see a, Phantom Stranger! Down you go, all alone, you love my, Phantom
Tell myself on the ride home Getting tired, hating all I've known Holding on like it's all I have Count me out when it's clear that I find it hard to
Here we go something tells me That I've been here before I don't know if I'm dreaming And I can't say much more I just don't know, tell me please Is
Phantoms I look at all the sad story people Lost in the seasons passing them by Inside my head lies a life on an island Flooded with darkness deep into
a good boy from the upside of town Said he could treat her right, said he could win her round Her morning sickness and the kick inside The phantom kisses of the phantom
Your crash is waiting to happen And you, you're dragging me down All over again I give in, I give up You splashed but you started sinking And you, you
I woke up today a song was swimming in my head And I hummed it to myself as I got out of bed And on the way to take a shower it all just dawned on me
Burn me down if that's how everything's gonna start With a flame from the heat off the look on your face On a day like today, could have made out Every
Well let me tell you I have seen A monster age of seventeen Who'll let you in to kick you out And knows what love is all about Well hey now girl, I see
Everybody in this place can up and move away For all I care this town's already dead and empty I'm told that I'm a victim of obsession, that's what my
It cursed us all on our way home We passed the sights like passing stones And I will never go back there again The tourists and the army men The prostitutes
I can swear I feel the beating of a cold, cold heart Or there's a chill 'cause it's showing through your clothing And as far as I can tell there's nothing
