Texty: Andre Rieu. New York Memories. Music Of The Night (From.
Night time sharpens, hightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the sences abanden their defences.
Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor. Grasp it, sence it, tremulous and tendor. 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.
Close your eyes and serendor to your darkest dreams, perge all thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar. And you'll live as you've never lived before.
Softly, deaftly, music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it, secretly posess you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness that you know you can not fight, the darkness of the music of the night.
Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the life 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, savour 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.
You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night.
Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor. Grasp it, sence it, tremulous and tendor. 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.
Close your eyes and serendor to your darkest dreams, perge all thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar. And you'll live as you've never lived before.
Softly, deaftly, music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it, secretly posess you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness that you know you can not fight, the darkness of the music of the night.
Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the life 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, savour 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.
You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night.
New York Memories
Andre Rieu