Andrew Lloyd Webber Follow

Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs, and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses, abandon their defenses...
Helpless to resist the notes I write,
For I compose the music of the night...

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor.
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender.
Hearing is believing, music is deceiving,
Hard as lightning, soft as candle light,
Dare you trust the music of the night...

Close you eyes, for your eyes will only tell the truth.
And the truth isn't what you want to see.
In the dark, it is easy to pretend!
But the truth is what it ought to be...

Softly, deafly, music shall caress you.
Hear it, feel it, secretly posess you.
open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight,
The darkness of the music of the night...

Close your eyes, start a journey through a strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts on the world you knew before!
Close you eyes, and let music set you free!
Only then can you belong to me...

Floating, falling, sweeten toxication.
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation.
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in,
To the power of the music that I write,
The power of the music of the night..

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