Текст: David Cook. The Music Of The Night.

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon my defenses

Softly, gently, night unfits its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night

Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be
Only then can you belong to me

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darkest side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night, of the night

You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night