I come with my armour in place
Emotions in check
And thinking I'm smarter,
Or just more realistic
I sit with my frozen smile,
All the while
Reluctant to trust what I'm told
Cynical, cold
Challenging Music of Heaven
To open a crack in my chest
And let something glorious in
Music of Heaven should puncture me
Suddenly blessed, blessed, blessed.
Let the music begin!
Let the music begin!
They sing and they cry and I'll watch
Leaned back in my chair
The classic New Yorker,
Alone among millions
Indifference upon my face
Out of place
But longing to feel like you feel
Like it was real
Like there could be, there could be
Music of Heaven
To open some path to your soul
And let something glorious in
Music of Heaven
Allows you to give up control
Yes, yes!
Let the music begin!
Let the music begin!
And I sit there with dry eyes
And cold hands
Judging and standing apart
Dry eyes and cold hands
Waiting and wondering
When will it open my heart?
When will it open my heart?
When will it open my heart?
(Music of Heaven
To open some path to your soul
And let something glorious in)
I hear you singing
(Music of Heaven)
Allows you to give up control
Yes, yes, yes!
Let the music begin!
Let the music begin!
Let the music begin!
Let the music begin!