How to Explain The Cat Empire

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
Now 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
Oh 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 limp old chords
That say: music is the language of us all