Sarah Brightman The Point Of No Return Lyrics

Past the point of no return -
no backward glances:
the games we've played till now 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 . . .
AMINTA (CHRISTINE)
You have brought me
to that moment
where words run dry,
to that moment where speech disappears
into silence, silence . . .
I have come here,
hardly knowing the reason why . . .
In my mind, I've already imagined our
bodies entwining defenceless 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?

BOTH
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 ...

PHANTOM
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 . . .

CARLOTTA
What is it? What has happened? Ubaldo!
ANDRE
Oh, my God . . . my God . . .
FIRMIN
We're ruined, Andre - ruined!
GIRY (to RAOUL)
Monsieur le Vicomte! Come with me!
CARLOTTA (rushing over to PIANGI's body)
Oh, my darling, my darling . . . who has done
this ...?
(hysterical, attacking ANDRE)
You! Why did you let this happen?
(She breaks down, as PIANGI's body is carried off on a
stretcher)
GIRY
Monsieur le Vicomte, I know where they are.
RAOUL
But can I trust you?
GIRY
You must. But remember: your hand at the level of
your eyes!
RAOUL
But why . . .?
GIRY
Why? The Punjab lasso, monsieur. First Buquet.
Now Piangi.
MEG (holding up her hand)
Like this, monsieur. I'll come with you.
GIRY
No, Meg! No, you stay here!
(to RAOUL)
Come with me, monsieur. Hurry, or we shall be too
late . .