The Music Of The Night
Michael Crawford
Andrew Lloyd Webber-Gold
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness wakes and stirs imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defences,
Helpless to resist the notes I write
For I compose the music of the night.
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour.
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender.
Hearing is believing, music is deceiving,
Hard as lighting, soft as candle light.
Dare you trust the music of the night?
Close your eyes for your eyes will only tell the truth
And the truth isn't what you want to see,
In the darkness it's easy to pretend
That the truth is what is ought to be.
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 darhness of the music of the night.
Close your eyes, start a journey through a strange, new world,
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before.
Close your eyes and let music set you free.
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 power of the music that I 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