I come with my armour in place
Emotions in check
Thinking I'm smarter, or just more realistic
I sit with my frozen smile,
All the while reluctant to trust what I'm told
Cynical, cold
Challenging Music of Heaven
To open a crack in my chest
And let something glorious in
Music of Heaven should puncture me
Suddenly blessed, blessed, blessed
Let the music begin
Let the music begin
They sing and they cry and I'll watch
Leaned back in my chair
The classic New Yorker,
Alone among millions
Indifference upon my face
Out of place
But longing to feel what you feel
Like it was real
Like there could be
Music of Heaven to open some path to your soul
And let something glorious in
Music of Heaven allows you to give up control
Yes, yes
Let the music begin
Let the music begin
And I sit there with dry eyes and cold hands
Judging and standing apart
Dry eyes and cold hands
Waiting and wondering
When will it open my heart
When will it open my heart
When will I open my heart
(Holy Father)
I hear you singing
(Holy Father)
I hear you singing
(Holy Father)
I want to say yes (Yes)
Say yes (Yes)
Say yes (Yes)
I want to sing Holy Father
(Holy Father)
I want to sing Holy Father
(Holy Father)
I want to sing Holy Father
(Holy Father)
Say yes (Yes)
Say yes (Yes)
Say yes (Yes)
I need to sing
(Holy Father)
I need to cry, yes
(Holy Father)
I need to believe
And I can say yes (Yes)
Say yes (Yes)
Say yes (Yes)
Oh I can say yes (Yes)
Say yes (Yes)
Say yes (Yes)
I can say yes (Yes)
Say yes (Yes)
Say yes (Yes)
Oh I can say yes
Yes
Yes
Let the music begin
Let the music begin
Let the music begin
Let the music begin