Music

In a different city in a different world
We were running 'round
And that was when we heard music
What we had in common where we thought we're going
In a misty morning
Just overflowing with music
On the answering machine there's a familiar voice so easily recognized
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
And I'll be there

Music on the windscreen of my dreams
Music in the dark end of the street
Every time there's music
It's gonna be all or nothing at all
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
And I'll be there

You can breathe it in, you can breathe it out
When you're out for the count
I'll stick around like music
They say what you do is coming back to you
With a different view, it's all connected
When the dots projected through music
On the wave of notes, we ride
And live forever through a melody
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
And I'll be there

Music on the windscreen of my dreams
Music in the dark end of the street
Every time there's music
It's gonna be all or nothing at all
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
And I'll be there

Music (Music, music)
Music (Music, music)
Music (Music, music)

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
And I'll be there
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
And I'll be there