I let the music speak

Frida i'm hearing images, i'm seeing songs
no poet has ever painted
voices call out to me, straight to my heart
so strange, yet we're so well acquainted
i let the music speak with no restrains
i let my feelings take over
carry my soul away, into the world
where beauty meets the darkness of the day
where my mind is like an open window
where the high and healing winds blow
from my shallow sleep the sounds awake me
i let them take me
agnetha, frida let it be a joke, let it be a smile
let it be a farce, if it makes me laugh for a little while
let it be a tear, let it be a sigh
coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry
frida some streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumn
rustling down an old alley
and in the dead of night, i find myself a blind man
in some ancient valley
i let the music speak, leading me gently
urging me like a lover
leading me all the way, into a place
where beauty will defeat the darkest day
where i'm one with every grand illusion
no disturbance, no intrusion
where i let the wistful sounds seduce me
i let them use me
agnetha, frida let it be a joke, let it be a smile
let it be a farce, if it makes me laugh for a little while
let it be a tear, let it be a sigh
coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry
let it be a tear, let it be a sigh
coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry
let it be the joy of each new sunrise
or the moment when a day dies
i surrender without reservation
no explanation, no questions why
i take it to me and let it flow through me
yes, i let the music speak
i let the music speak