The Cat Empire - How to Explain (Anniversary Edition)

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 us all
To write these songs is to be written
Ah the chorus 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
on my neck
We clapped our hands
And heard them spread
There was a trumpet and a call
A pack of Spaniards screamed for more
Music is the language of us all
Music is the language of us all
Music is t
he language of us all
Music is the language of us all

Como, como yo te explico
Como, como yo te explico
Como, como yo te explico
Como, como yo te explico
Como, como yo te explico
Hay, ven a bailar con nosotros y tira tu pasillito
Como, como
yo te explico
Y tu verás que esto sí que es, esto si es bonito
Como, como yo te explico
Este tumbao si tiene sabor, está sabrosito
Como, como yo te explico
Pa' que bailes como quieras, bailalo
Koman pou esplike
Mon demander, mon demander
Koman pou
esplike
Mon demander

mon demander
Koman pou esplike
Ler mon santi sa lafors lanmizik
Mon demander, mon demander
Koman pou esplike
oh mama
Mon demander mon demander
Koman pou esplike
Ler mon pe dans avek sa lanmizik
Mon demander mon demander
Koman pou
esplike
oh mama
Mon demander

mon demander
Koman pou esplike
Ler mon santi sa mouvman lanmizik
Mon demander

mon demander
I find it hard to speak emotional
Cos these things are the things that
Can't be said
And when it's struck it strikes
The memory
from our heads
Once I wrote to 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 us all

Written by:
Felix Riebl

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