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