Written:A.L.Webber/C.Hart/R.Stilgoe | |
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation | |
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination | |
Silently the senses abandon their defenses | |
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour | |
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender | |
Turn your face away from the garish light of day | |
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light | |
And listen to the music of the night | |
Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams | |
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before | |
Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar | |
And you'll live as you've never lived before | |
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you | |
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you | |
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind | |
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight | |
The darkness of the music of the night | |
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world | |
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before | |
Let your soul take you where you long to go | |
Only then can you belong to me | |
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication | |
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation | |
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in | |
To the harmony which dreams alone can write | |
The power of the music of the night | |
You alone can make my song take flight | |
Help me make the music of the night |
Written: A. L. Webber C. Hart R. Stilgoe | |
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation | |
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination | |
Silently the senses abandon their defenses | |
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour | |
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender | |
Turn your face away from the garish light of day | |
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light | |
And listen to the music of the night | |
Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams | |
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before | |
Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar | |
And you' ll live as you' ve never lived before | |
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you | |
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you | |
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind | |
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight | |
The darkness of the music of the night | |
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world | |
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before | |
Let your soul take you where you long to go | |
Only then can you belong to me | |
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication | |
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation | |
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in | |
To the harmony which dreams alone can write | |
The power of the music of the night | |
You alone can make my song take flight | |
Help me make the music of the night |
Written: A. L. Webber C. Hart R. Stilgoe | |
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation | |
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination | |
Silently the senses abandon their defenses | |
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour | |
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender | |
Turn your face away from the garish light of day | |
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light | |
And listen to the music of the night | |
Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams | |
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before | |
Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar | |
And you' ll live as you' ve never lived before | |
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you | |
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you | |
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind | |
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight | |
The darkness of the music of the night | |
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world | |
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before | |
Let your soul take you where you long to go | |
Only then can you belong to me | |
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication | |
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation | |
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in | |
To the harmony which dreams alone can write | |
The power of the music of the night | |
You alone can make my song take flight | |
Help me make the music of the night |