Christine, Christine,
Why? Why?
Why must you treat me this way --
Like the people who live above?

Why? Why?
I taught your soul to fly
You learned how to sing -
Did I do something wrong?

Why did you have to see my face?
Why? Why?
Why did you have to be so curious?
Now you push me away.

Christine, Christine
I love you!
Have I done you wrong?
Have I hurt you?

I love you, Christine -
But now you push me away
I had wanted this to end
For the better of us all

For you to learn how to sing,
To fly,
And for me to know
That I had given you that.

But now, now that is not possible
You have seen my face, my curse,
I cannot let you go
You cannot be with Him

Christine, Christine.
Why?
Why?