Advent

In the silent dusk of a mad winter

There is far off in the deep

A sound so faint

That for all that you can tell

It's the sound of silence itself

Something extraordinary

Is just about to happen

Something extraordinary

Is just about to happen

You hold your breath

Almost nothing

Just a hint of something more

A memory

Of a place you've never been

Or a time for which you have no words

Something extraordinary

Is just about to happen

Something extraordinary

Is just about to happen

And in these crowded streets

And busy lights

And rushing on into the night

And everyone as bundled up against the sense

Of what the fuss is really all about

In this madness we are lost

But still we look for something more

And all the world holds its breath