ABBA - I Let The Music Speak
I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songsNo poet has ever paintedVoices call out to me, straight to my heartSo strange yet we're so well acquaintedI let the music speak, with no restraintsI let my feelings take overCarry my soul away into the worldWhere beauty meets the darkness of the dayWhere my mind is like an open windowWhere the high and healing winds blowFrom my shallow sleep the sounds awake meI let them take me(Let them wake me, let them now, let them take me)Let it be a jokeLet it be a smileLet it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little whileLet it be a tearLet it be a sighComing from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a crySome streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumnRustling down an old alleyAnd in the dead of night I find myselfA blind man in some ancient valleyI let the music speak, leading me gentlyUrging me like a loverLeading me all the wayInto a placeWhere beauty will defeat the darkest dayWhere I'm one with every grand illusionNo disturbance, no intrusionWhere I let the wistful sounds seduce meI let them use me(All illusion, no disturbance, no intrusion)Let it be a jokeLet it be a smileLet it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little whileLet it be a tearLet it be a sigh
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