Trans-Siberian Orchestra Lyrics

AFTER THE SONG WAS OVER
NEARLY EVERY PERSON THERE
WENT TO THE CATHEDRAL’S BASEMENT
AND STARTED SETTING UP TABLES AND CHAIRS

FOR THAT NIGHT THIS CHURCH WOULD FEED
ANY PERSON IN LIFE WHO HAD LESS
AND BOTH THOSE THAT GAVE AND THOSE THAT RECEIVED
LEFT THAT NIGHT FEELING BLESSED

THEN THE ANGEL REMEMBERED SOMETHING
THAT HIS LORD’S SON HAD ONCE SAID
ON HOW ONE TRULY FOLLOWED HIM
WHEN WORDS AND ACTS WERE WED

SOME PEOPLE CLAIM TO FOLLOW HIM
BUT THEMSELVES THEY JUST DECEIVE
FOR HIS LORD’S SON HAD SAID,
“YOU WILL KNOW WHO TRULY FOLLOWS ME
NOT BY WHAT THEY SAY, BUT BY THEIR DEEDS”

AND THIS CHURCH WAS CLEARLY FILLED
WITH KIND PEOPLE OF GOODWILL
BUT THE ANGEL HAD MORE TIME LEFT ON THIS NIGHT
AND CONTINUED TO SEARCH ON STILL

SO THE ANGEL LEFT THE PARISHIONERS
WITH THEIR CHRISTMAS MEAL IN HAPPY BLISS
AND RETURNED ONCE MORE TO THE HOTEL
TO MAKE SURE THAT THERE WAS NO ONE THERE HE HAD MISSED

AND PASSING BY A VILLAGE SQUARE
HE HEARD A BRASS QUARTET
WHOSE CHRISTMAS CONCERTO IN THE KEY OF G
HE FELT LIGHTEN HIS EVERY STEP

CHRISTMAS CONCERTO
(INSTRUMENTAL)

AND SO BACK AT THE HOTEL
OUR ANGEL AGAIN ARRIVED
BUT THIS TIME HE WENT UP THE FRONT STEPS
WHICH, OF COURSE, LED HIM INSIDE
(IT’S ONE OF THOSE THINGS THAT ARCHITECTS
CONVENIENTLY DECIDE)

NOW HOTELS ARE QUITE LIKE PEOPLE
NO TWO EXACTLY THE SAME
AND THIS ONE HAD SUCH A MAGICAL PAST
THE ANGEL FOUND HIMSELF QUITE ENTERTAINED

THE FOYER STILL HAD AN ELEGANCE
THAT THE YEARS COULD NOT DISGUISE
AND THE SHADOWS OF CHRISTMAS EVES LONG DISAPPEARED
THIS NIGHT, STILL GENTLY GLIDED BY

FOR IN THIS HOTEL, HERE SIDE BY SIDE
THE PAST AND THE PRESENT DWELLED
AND THE GHOSTS WHO LIVED HERE NOT ONLY LIVED
THEY HONESTLY, LIVED WELL

THE LOBBY HAD A STEINWAY PIANO
THAT WAS STEEPED IN MEMORIES
AND SOME SAID DUKE ELLINGTON’S FINGERS
STILL LINGERED ON THOSE KEYS

THERE WAS A GRAND PALACE BALLROOM
WHERE PRINCESSES HAD ONCE WALTZED
WHOSE BEAUTY AND SENSE OF STYLE
THE NEWSPAPERS WOULD CONSTANTLY EXHAULT

THE GHOSTS OF ROCKEFELLERS AND VANDERBILTS
STILL MET AT THEIR CHRISTMAS EVE CHARITY BALLS
RAISING MONEY NOT FOR THEMSELVES
BUT RAISING IT FOR ALL
(AND THE SOUND OF THEIR CHILDREN LAUGHING
STILL ECHOED IN THESE HALLS)

NOW THESE SPIRITS OF COURSE, COULD NOT BE SEEN
BY ANY HUMAN EYES
BUT EACH ONE SMILED AT THE ANGEL
WHEN THEY SAW HIM WALKING BY

AND THESE GHOSTS REMINDED THE ANGEL
HOW EVERY HUMAN WAITING TO BE BORN,
AND EVERY LIFE THAT HAD ALREADY LEFT
WHEN IT WAS TIRED OUT AND WORN

WERE CONNECTED BY THOSE ALIVE RIGHT NOW
WHICH GAVE THE LIVING QUITE A TRUST,
TO PASS ON WHAT WAS BEST AND GOOD
INSIDE OF EACH OF US

NOW WITHIN EACH GUEST ROOM HE HEARD MANY HEARTS
AND BEHIND EACH HEART THERE WAS A LIFE
AND THE ANGEL CAREFULLY READ THEM ALL
WITH THE NEXT HOUR OF THAT NIGHT

WHEN HE REACHED THE GRAND PALACE BALLROOM
IT WAS BEHIND CLOSED MAHOGANY DOORS
AND WHEN THE ANGEL WAS PASSING BY IT
HE COULD HEAR MUSIC BEGIN ONCE MORE

IT SEEMED THAT SINCE THIS ROOM WAS BUILT
MUSICIANS DID PERMANENTLY RESIDE
AND THEN THE ANGEL DID WHAT WE ALL WOULD DO
HE WENT TO LOOK INSIDE

AND THERE HE FOUND SUCH A MAJESTIC ORCHESTRA
TO PLEASE ALL, IT WOULD BE ENOUGH
BUT THEN SOMEONE PLUGGED A GUITAR IN
AND THE VOLUME, IT CREPT UP

SO WITH A SONG INSPIRED BY MOZART’S
FAMOUS “QUEEN OF THE NIGHT”
THE ORCHESTRA ADDED THE WORD, “WINTER”
AND SOME NOTES, SOME FOG, SOME LIGHTS

QUEEN OF THE WINTER NIGHT
(INSTRUMENTAL)

HE COULD HAVE STAYED THERE THE ENTIRE NIGHT
FOR TO HIM MUSIC WAS THE VOICE OF GOD
FOR IT NEVER NEEDED TRANSLATION
AND COULD LIFT UP LIVES THAT WERE OFTEN QUITE HARD

BUT THEN HE HEARD A DIFFERENT KIND OF MUSIC
FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE CLOSE BY
AND HE FOLLOWED THE TRAIL OF THOSE NEW NOTES
TILL HE FOUND HIMSELF OUTSIDE

THE NOTES LED HIM TO A BLUES BAR
THAT WAS RIGHT NEXT TO THE HOTEL
AND THE ANGEL WATCHED SOME LONELY PEOPLE ENTER IT
AND WONDERED IF THIS
WAS WHERE ALL THE LONELY PEOPLE DID DWELL

THEN ANOTHER GUARDIAN ANGEL
WHO HAPPENED TO BE NEAR
TOLD HIM ABOUT THE OLD BLUES BAR
AND WHISPERED IN HIS EAR

“HERE THE TRAGICALLY BEAUTIFUL
AND THE BEAUTIFULLY TRAGIC
DRIFT THROUGH THIS NIGHT
IN A LAST QUEST FOR MAGIC

THEIR FACES ARE MASKS
THAT SO ARTFULLY DISGUISE
THE WOUNDS IN THEIR HEARTS
THE SCARS IN THEIR EYES

NOW THESE SCARS IN THEIR EYES
NEVER HURT, NEVER BLEED
BUT LIKE CRACKS IN A MIRROR
THEY DISTORT ALL THEY SEE

FOR WHEN THE HEART’S AN OPEN WOUND
ITS GREATEST THREAT, I FEAR
IS THAT THE SALT RUBBED INTO IT
DOES COME FROM ONE’S OWN TEARS

NOW THERE ARE MANY PLACES ON THIS EARTH
THAT ONE THINKS THAT GOD HAS FORGOT
BUT ONE CAN OFTEN FIND AN ANGEL OR A SAINT
WHERE ONE ASSUMES ANGELS AND SAINTS ARE NOT”

AND THEN THE OTHER ANGEL REMINDED HIM
OF THEIR LORD’S POINT OF VIEW
“YOU’LL KNOW THEM NOT BY HOW THEY APPEAR
YOU’LL KNOW THEM BY WHAT THEY DO”

SO WHEN THE NEXT PATRON WENT INSIDE
THE ANGEL FOLLOWED HIM UNDETECTED
BUT WHAT HE FOUND WITHIN THAT BAR
WAS NOT QUITE WHAT HE EXPECTED

THERE WAS AN OLD PIANO PLAYER THERE
PLAYING WITH A HONKY-TONK SOUND
AND EVERYONE WHO ENTERED THAT PLACE DEPRESSED
THAT PIANO PLAYER TURNED THEIR NIGHT AROUND

AND ONE BY ONE HE’D DRAW EACH PERSON
OUT OF THEIR SELF-IMPOSED CAGE
AND BEFORE THEY REALIZED IT
HE HAD THEM SINGING ON THE STAGE

JUST ANOTHER NIGHT IN NEW YORK CITY
SNOW COMES DOWN LOOKS REAL PRETTY
DON’T KNOW HOW BUT SUDDENLY THERE YOU ARE
WITH JELLY ROLL MORTON PLAYIN’ FOR THE BAR

INSIDE HERE, LIGHTS ARE LOW
BUT EACH SONG HAS ITS OWN GLOW
AS HE FLOATS THEM THROUGH THAT SMOKEY AIR
YOU JUST CAN’T BELIEVE HE’S REALLY THERE

HOW OLD IS HE?
CANNOT SAY
BUT CLAIMS HE TAUGHT CAB CALLOWAY
AND ON THIS NIGHT I SOMEHOW BELIEVE HIM
KNOWS EVERY SONG THAT CHRISTMAS GOT
EVEN ONES MY BRAIN HAS DROPPED
JUST HIM AND THAT OLD FIR TREE
ALL LIT UP THIS NIGHT
ELECTRIC BLUE

JUST ANOTHER NIGHT IN NEW YORK CITY
SNOW COMES DOWN LOOKS REAL PRETTY
CAN’T BELIEVE BUT SUDDENLY THERE YOU ARE
TALKING WITH STRANGERS SITTIN’ CROSS THE BAR
SUDDENLY, ALL ARE LAUGHIN’
THIS NIGHT’S SMART, ALWAYS CRAFTIN’
BUILDING BRIDGES NEARLY EVERYWHERE
HITS A WALL, IT JUST BUILDS A STAIRS

OUTSIDE THE COLORED LIGHTS THEY BLEED
FOR SNOW IS WHITE AND COLORS NEED
AS IT JUST COMES DOWN LIKE PURE SALVATION
IT OFFERS ALL ITS AMNESTY
AND MAKES YOUR NEIGHBOR DIFFERENT SEE
BY THE LIGHT OF THAT FIR TREE
AND THIS OLD BAR
ELECTRIFIED IN BLUE

I GOTTA DROP DEAD SIMPLE
CHILDHOOD VIEW OF SALVATION
PERHAPS THAT’S HOW IT WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BE
AND THE MORE I ADD UP ALL THIS INFORMATION
IT SEEMS IT ALL COMES DOWN IN THE END TO YOU AND ME

SO YOU LOOK AROUND TILL YOU FIND A PHONE
THEN YOU CALL YOUR MOM AND EVERYONE AT HOME
AND THE BAR LOOKS ON AND THEY START TO CHEER
WHEN YOU TALK TO FOLKS YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IN YEARS

AND THE SNOW COMES DOWN
AND THE CHILDREN PLAY
AND THEY PRAY TO GOD
IT NEVER GOES AWAY
AND A CHILDHOOD PRAYER
SHOULD NEVER BE DENIED
AS THE NIGHT ROLLS ON
TILL IT’S CAROLIZED

CAROLIZED
CAROLIZED
CAROLIZED
CAROLIZED

AND ON THIS TREE
THE LIGHTS ARE DONE
BUT THE COLORS HERE ARE DOWN ONE
I GUESS IT KIND OF FITS THE SITUATION
ORNAMENTS STILL SHINING BRIGHT
WATCH THEM GLITTER IN THE LIGHT
JUST THIS OLD FIR TREE AND ME
ALL LIT UP THIS NIGHT
ELECTRIC BLUE

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