Michael

Night-time sharpens,

Heightens each sensation . . .

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.

Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Helpless to resist the notes I write

For I composed the music of the night!

Barbra

Slowly, gently

Night unfurls its splendor.

Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender.

Both

Hearing is believing, music is deceiving,

Hard as lightning, soft as candle light,

Michael

Dare you trust the music of the night...

Barbra

Close your eyes,

For your eyes will only tell the truth,

Both

And the truth isn’t what you want to see.

In the dark it is easy to pretend

That the truth is what it ought to be...

Michael

Softly,

Barbra

Deafening,

Both

Music shall caress you.

Barbra

Hear it,

Michael

Feel it,

Both

Secretly posses 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 of the world you knew before!

Close your eyes and let music set you free!

Only then can you belong to me...

Floating (floating), falling (falling)

Sweet intoxication!

Touch me (touch me), trust me (trust me)

Savour 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!

Barbra

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...

Ah-ah-ah...

Aaaaaaaaaah...oooh...

Michael

You alone can make my song take flight,

Help me make the music of the night...

Barbra

Help me make the music of the night...