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Phantom Of The Opera

Point Of No Return Lyrics - Phantom Of The Opera

Past the point of no return, no backward glances 

The games of make believe are at an end 

Past all thought of if or when, no use resisting 

Abandon thought and let the dream descend 

 

What raging fire shall flood the soul? 

What rich desire unlocks its door? 

What sweet seduction lies before us? 

 

Past the point of no return, the final threshold 

What warm unspoken secrets will we learn? 

Beyond the point of no return 

 

You have brought me 

To that moment when words run dry 

To that moment when speech disappears 

Into silence, silence 

 

I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why 

In my mind I've already imagined 

Our bodies entwining defenseless and silent 

And now I am here with you 

No second thoughts, I've decided, decided 

 

Past the point of no return, no going back now 

Our passion play has now at last begun 

Past all thought of right or wrong, one final question 

How long should we two wait, before we're one? 

 

When will the blood begin to race? 

The sleeping bud burst into bloom? 

When will the flames at last consume us? 

 

Past the point of no return, the final threshold 

The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn 

We've passed the point of no return 

 

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime 

Lead me, save me from my solitude 

Say you want me with you here beside you 

 

Anywhere you go let me go too 

Christine, that's all I ask of 

 

What is it? What has happened? 

Ubaldo! Oh my God! My God! 

We're ruined Andre, ruined! 

Monsieur le Vicomte! 

Come with me! 

Oh my darling, my darling! 

Who has done this to you? 

You! Why did you let this happen? 

 

Monsieur le Vicomte 

I know where they are 

But can I trust you? 

You must, but remember 

Your hand at the level of your eyes! 

But why, why? 

The Punjab lasso, Monsieur 

First Buquet, now Piangi 

 

Like this, Monsieur I'll come with you 

No, Meg! No, you stay here! 

Come with me, Monsieur 

Hurry, or we shall be too late! 

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