Meg:
Where in the world
Have you been hiding?
Really - you were perfect
I only wish
I knew your secret
Who is this new
Tutor?
Christine:
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 inside, hiding
Somehow I know he's always with me
He, the unseen genius
Meg:
I watched your face from the shadows
Distant through all the applause
I hear your voice in the darkness
Yet the words aren't yours
Christine:
Angel of music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory
Meg:
Who is this angel?
This
Both:
Angel of music, hide no longer
Secret and strange angel
Christine:
He's with me even now
Meg:
Your hands are cold
Christine:
All around me
Meg:
Your face, Christine, it's white
Christine:
It frightens me
Meg:
Don't be frightened