Henk Poort

I feel your fingers Cold on my shoulder Your chilling touch As it runs down my spine Watching your eyes As they invade my-y soul Forbidden pleasure I’m afraid to make mi-i-ine At the touch of your hand At the sound of your voice At the moment your eyes meet mine I am out of…

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came That voice which calls to me and speaks my name And do i dream again? for now i find The phantom of the opera is there Inside my mind Sing once again with me our strange duet My power over you grows stronger yet And…