Music of Heaven

I come with my armor in place
Emotions in check
And 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 watch
Lean 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
That opened 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!)
And I want to say yes
Say yes
Say yes
I want to sing Holy Father!
I want to sing Holy Father!
I want to sing Holy Father!
Say yes!
Say yes!
Say yes!
I need to sing (Holy Father!)
I need to cry (Holy Father!)
I need to believe! (Holy Father! Holy Father!)
And I can say yes!
Say yes
Say yes
I can say yes, say yes, say yes
I will say yes, say yes, say yes
Oh I can say yes, yes, yes…
Let the music begin
Let the music begin