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When a room becomes an altar

And what beast that must exist

It flies with music from our lips

And steals a kiss and blows it

Out into the mist

Where castles stand on cliffs

And cobbled streets they wind and drift

And moods are made and set but shift

This place where skies are low

And birds are big

We went to sleep in day

And woke again the same day

We have learned to cheat the time

And find the hours

That the clocks cannot define

As I looked up from that stage

I felt the thing that had been made

And how it raged

And how it raged

How to explain?

Something makes me howl

And shiver to the core

Ah outside if it was raining

Then inside there'd be a storm

We've got a pair of hands for climbing

And a pair of knees to spring

And a pair of balls for strength

And a pair of lungs to sing

And these simple chords

That say: music is the language of us all

To write these songs is to be written

Ah the chorus always knows

What is in store

And what is more the thing that sings us

Is the thing that makes us roar

I felt that beast 'kisso my neck

We clapped our hands

And heard them spread

There was a trumpet and a call

A pack of Spaniards screamed for more

Music is the language of us all

Music is the language of us all

Music is the language of us all

Music is the language of us all

I find it hard to speak emotional

Cos these things are the things that

Can't be said

And when it's struck it strikes

The memory from our heads

Once I wrote to play's

To be immortal for a night

And despite the unknown hours

Something happens

When the light turns out the lights

Then we fade and yawn

To music that's the language of us all

HAYMAN