Alexi Murdoch. Slow Revolution. Zeneszám

Martin was bright as he stood up and sang in the choir
His hearts all in pieces, was breaking, his head was on fire
They took him from that place and they buried him deep in the ground
Out with the light, quiet the sound
It?s a slow revolution that quietly turns
As the true word burns
And all of the people marching together out cross the floor
And all that was after is now as it was before

Sylvia sat staring out into the depths of her room
Moment of light from her brain cut through the dark, pierced the gloom
Children voices were music, cam faint through the wall
From such a great height she looked down, there was only the fall
And it?s a slow revolution that quietly turns
As the true word burns
And all of the people stomping out cross the floor
All that was after is now as it was before

So look at the shadows bent forward tryin? to break through the night
Huddled against the darkness, so close to the light
My voice is breaking out here in this wilderness
For I see a time that is coming, I see a time of change
Sun is burning the deserts, but water?s filling the plains
Noah?s chipping crazily away at his ark
While all of us ready ourselves to go into the dark
It?s a slow revolution that quietly turns
As the true word burns
Yeah the true word burns
And all of the people marching dancing out cross the floor
And all of this matter soon won?t matter much anymore