How to Explain? (Live at Ancienne Belgique)

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

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

Ah, 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 simple chords that say music is the language of a soul

To write these songs is to be written
Ah, the 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 my neck
We clapped our hands and heard them spread
There was a trumpet and a call
A pack of Spaniards screamed for more

A music is the language of a soul
Music is the language of a soul
Music is the language of a soul
Music is the language of a soul

I find it hard to speak emotional
'Cause these things are the things that can't be said
When it's 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 a soul

Para-par-par-par