Capo V
E (trumpet solo)
[G]Wh[F]en[(E)] a room becomes an altar
And what beast that must exist
It flies with mu[Dm6]sic from our lips
And steals a ki[F]ss and blows it
[Dm6]Out into the mis[E]t
Where castles stand on cliffs
And cobbled streets they wind and drift
And m[Dm6]oods are made and set but shift
This p[F]lace where skies are low
[Dm6]And birds are[E] big
We went to sleep in day
And woke again the same day
We have le[Dm6]arned to cheat the time
And find the ho[F]urs
That the c[Dm6]locks cannot def[E]ine
As I looked up from that stage
I felt the thing that had been m[Dm6]ade
And how it raged
And how it r[F]aged
How to ex[Dm]plain?
Something makes me howl
And shiv[G7]er to the core
Ah outsi[Am]de if it was raining
Then insi[F]de there'd be a [G]storm
We've got a pa[Am]ir of hands for climbing
And a pair of [F]knees to spring [G]
And a pa[Am]ir of balls for strength
And a pair of l[F]ungs to sing [G]
And these[Am] simple chords
That say: music i[F]s the lan[(F)]guage of us al[G]l
Am E Am (x4) E...
[G] [F] To write these so[E]ngs is to be written
Ah the chorus always knows
What is in sto[Dm6]re
And what is more the thing that sin[F]gs us
Is [Dm6]the thing that makes us roa[E]r
I felt that beast 'kisso my neck
We clapped our hands
And heard them s[F]pread
There was a trumpet and [Dm6]a call
A p[F]ack of Spaniards screamed for mo[E]re
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
Am E Am (x12) E...
I find it [Dm]hard to speak emotional
Cos these t[G7]hings are the things that
Can't be s[C]aid
And when it's struck it strikes
The memo[F]ry from our h[G]eads
O[Am]nce I wrote to play's
To be im[F]mortal for a n[G]ight
And d[Am]espite the unknown hours
Something ha[F]ppens
When the l[G]ight turns out the l[C]ights
Then we fade and yaw[Am]n
To mus[F]ic that's the language of us [G]all
HAYMAN
E (trumpet solo)
[G]Wh[F]en[(E)] a room becomes an altar
And what beast that must exist
It flies with mu[Dm6]sic from our lips
And steals a ki[F]ss and blows it
[Dm6]Out into the mis[E]t
Where castles stand on cliffs
And cobbled streets they wind and drift
And m[Dm6]oods are made and set but shift
This p[F]lace where skies are low
[Dm6]And birds are[E] big
We went to sleep in day
And woke again the same day
We have le[Dm6]arned to cheat the time
And find the ho[F]urs
That the c[Dm6]locks cannot def[E]ine
As I looked up from that stage
I felt the thing that had been m[Dm6]ade
And how it raged
And how it r[F]aged
How to ex[Dm]plain?
Something makes me howl
And shiv[G7]er to the core
Ah outsi[Am]de if it was raining
Then insi[F]de there'd be a [G]storm
We've got a pa[Am]ir of hands for climbing
And a pair of [F]knees to spring [G]
And a pa[Am]ir of balls for strength
And a pair of l[F]ungs to sing [G]
And these[Am] simple chords
That say: music i[F]s the lan[(F)]guage of us al[G]l
Am E Am (x4) E...
[G] [F] To write these so[E]ngs is to be written
Ah the chorus always knows
What is in sto[Dm6]re
And what is more the thing that sin[F]gs us
Is [Dm6]the thing that makes us roa[E]r
I felt that beast 'kisso my neck
We clapped our hands
And heard them s[F]pread
There was a trumpet and [Dm6]a call
A p[F]ack of Spaniards screamed for mo[E]re
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
Am E Am (x12) E...
I find it [Dm]hard to speak emotional
Cos these t[G7]hings are the things that
Can't be s[C]aid
And when it's struck it strikes
The memo[F]ry from our h[G]eads
O[Am]nce I wrote to play's
To be im[F]mortal for a n[G]ight
And d[Am]espite the unknown hours
Something ha[F]ppens
When the l[G]ight turns out the l[C]ights
Then we fade and yaw[Am]n
To mus[F]ic that's the language of us [G]all
HAYMAN
