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
