A Kind of Revelation

Lyrics

I remember when a song was a kind of revelation, some sort of magic In the low light, listening close, trying to hear Beethoven's ghost, come through the static Out of sight and out of mind, hid away for someone to find, up in the attic Dust if off and watch it glow, take it back to when it all wasn't so automatic Now the angels huddle around the upright in the corner of the room Like they've stumbled on the sweetest song, just to play it out of tune Hear the preacher call out promises that nobody believes Yeah, we're climbing up the treetops, just to fall down with the leaves Were we making up everything? And now we're waking up from a dream, like it never happened Scan the stations and turn the dial, can we fake it just for a while? and try to imagine… That the angels crowd the streets and croon in a perfect harmony And I'm not out here, frozen like the words I couldn't bring myself to be All the preachers drank their Matadors and passed out in the park Where the light won't be mistaken for a flash out in the dark