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 into the depths of a room
A moment of light from her brain cut through the dark and pierced the gloom
The 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