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