Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Muffled Ephiphany, artist -Date of issue: 25.07.2013
Song language: English
Muffled Ephiphany |
| It’s 1972 again and I’m back at the top of our stairs |
| It’s half past 7 on a Sunday night |
| I’m not allowed in the room, I’m not Sixteen |
| But I can dream that I’ll hear those sounds that run around my head |
| Through closed doors to my empty bed |
| What’s that sound? |
| I never heard that before! |
| It’s a hallowed moment, the 'Eureka!' |
| I’ve waited for |
| Shit… my mum’s making coffee now, I’d better hide inside my room |
| It’s like straining to hear the eulogies when you’re the one inside the tomb |
| But later, it comes around again |
| They’re on side two now (they must be, 'cos the singer sounds the same) |
| Caught in this music, lost in the sound and the words and the song |
| This doesn’t feel wrong |
| And I’ll go back to bed after I’ve heard… the Mellotron |