How to Explain? - The Cat Empire

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

Now 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

Oh 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 limp old 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 kiss on 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

Cause these things are the things that can’t be said

And when it struck

It strikes the memory from our heads

Once I wrote two plays

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