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 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