Slow Revolution

Martin was bright as he stood up and sang in the choir His heart 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 and quiet the sound And 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 Now Sylvia sat staring out in the depths of a room A moment of light from her brain cut through the dark and pierced the gloom Children's voices were music, came faint through the wall From such a great height she looked down; it was only the fall And it's a slow revolution that quietly turns As the true word burns And all of the people marching, stomping out 'cross the floor And all that was after is now as it was before So look at the shadows bent forward, trying 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 The sun is burning the deserts but water's filling the plains Noah is crazily chipping away at his ark While all of us ready ourselves to go into the dark And it's a slow revolution that quietly turns As 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