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