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When a room becomes an altar<br />and what beast that must exist<br />it flies with music from our lips<br />and steals a kiss and blows it<br />out into the mist<br />where castles stand on cliffs<br />and cobbled streets they wind and drift<br />and moods are made and set but shift<br />this place where skies are low <br />and birds are big<br /><br />we went to sleep in day<br />and woke again the same day<br />we have learned to cheat the time<br />and find the hours<br />that the clocks cannot define<br />as i looked up from that stage<br />i felt the thing that had been made<br />and how it raged<br />and how it raged<br /><br />how to explain?<br />something makes me howl<br />and shiver to the core<br />ah outside if it was raining<br />then inside there'd be a storm<br />we've got a pair of hands for climbing<br />and a pair of knees to spring<br />and a pair of balls for strength<br /><br />and a pair of lungs to sing<br />and these simple chords <br />that say: music is the language of us all<br /><br />to write these songs is to be written<br />ah the chorus always knows <br />what is in store<br />and what is more the thing that sings us<br />is the thing that makes us roar<br />i felt that beast ?kisso my neck <br />we clapped our hands <br />and heard them spread<br />there was a trumpet and a call<br />a pack of spaniards screamed for more<br />music is the language of us all<br />music is the language of us all<br />music is the language of us all<br />music is the language of us all<br /><br />i find it hard to speak emotional<br />cos these things are the things that <br />can't be said<br />and when it's struck it strikes<br />the memory from our heads<br />once i wrote to play's<br />to be immortal for a night<br />and despite the unknown hours<br />something happens<br />when the light turns out the lights<br />then we fade and yawn<br />to music that's the language of us all
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When a room becomes an altar<br />and what beast that must exist<br />it flies with music from our lips<br />and steals a kiss and blows it<br />out into the mist<br />where castles stand on cliffs<br />and cobbled streets they wind and drift<br />and moods are made and set but shift<br />this place where skies are low <br />and birds are big<br /><br />we went to sleep in day<br />and woke again the same day<br />we have learned to cheat the time<br />and find the hours<br />that the clocks cannot define<br />as i looked up from that stage<br />i felt the thing that had been made<br />and how it raged<br />and how it raged<br /><br />how to explain?<br />something makes me howl<br />and shiver to the core<br />ah outside if it was raining<br />then inside there'd be a storm<br />we've got a pair of hands for climbing<br />and a pair of knees to spring<br />and a pair of balls for strength<br /><br />and a pair of lungs to sing<br />and these simple chords <br />that say: music is the language of us all<br /><br />to write these songs is to be written<br />ah the chorus always knows <br />what is in store<br />and what is more the thing that sings us<br />is the thing that makes us roar<br />i felt that beast ?kisso my neck <br />we clapped our hands <br />and heard them spread<br />there was a trumpet and a call<br />a pack of spaniards screamed for more<br />music is the language of us all<br />music is the language of us all<br />music is the language of us all<br />music is the language of us all<br /><br />i find it hard to speak emotional<br />cos these things are the things that <br />can't be said<br />and when it's struck it strikes<br />the memory from our heads<br />once i wrote to play's<br />to be immortal for a night<br />and despite the unknown hours<br />something happens<br />when the light turns out the lights<br />then we fade and yawn<br />to music that's the language of us all
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