(Alan Paul and Jay Graydon, Lyrics by Alan Paul)
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When I hear this melody
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This strange illusion takes over me
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Through a tunnel of the mind
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Perhaps a present or future time oh, oh
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Out of nowhere comes this sound
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This melody that keeps spinning 'round & 'round
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Pyramidal locomotion
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From a mystic unknown zone
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Hearin' the twilight
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Hearin' the twilight tone
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Unpretentious girl from Memphis
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Saw the future through her third eye
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People came with skepticism
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Picking, testing her precision, no, wo, oh, oh
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Suddenly they heard this sound
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This melody that keeps spinning 'round & 'round
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A signpost up ahead is calling
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Through the mystic unknown zone
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Hearin' the twilight
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Twilight swept away, feelin' the rhythm
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Hearin' the twilight
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Twilight swept away, ba da, loo da, ba da loo da
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Hearin' the twilight
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Twilight tone
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Submitted for your approval. One Mr. Miller, who's about
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to take a trip into oddness and obsolescene, through a
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zone whose boundaries are that of imagination.
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Accompanying him on this journey is the mesmerizing
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sound of the Twilight Tone.
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On a cold & rainy night
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One Mister Miller had a rare flight
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Glen was up there boppin' a rhythm
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Then the engine stopped to listen with him
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Play that beat, oh, oh
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Suddenly he heard this sound
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This melody that keeps spinning 'round & 'round
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Now he resides and plays trombone
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In the mystic unknown zone
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Hearin' the twilight
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(Ooooooh, twilight)
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Hearin' the twilight
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(Hearin' the twilight)
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Twilight Zone / Twilight Tone
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| The Manhattan Transfer |
