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