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The Angels Were Singing
Matthew Perryman Jones Lyrics


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Talking to stone,
Listening to birds
With no more to say,
I kissed my fingers
And touched the red dirt

Wandering away
Through the moon-colored field
My heart was a weight
Of rage and sorrow
That longed to be healed

Then I started running
To feel more alive;
To wake up my senses
That slowly had died

And I wondered if angels
Were singing that night

Nothing's the same
The colors aren't bright
Since I kissed your face
And slowly whispered
My last goodbye

Thinking of Jesus
At Lazarus's side
That heavenly sadness,
The shadows of light

His eyes saw the city
Where all is made right

And I heard that angels
Were singing that night

The angels were singing
As we sat and cried
Each tear was a chorus;
A sacred reprise

And I finally was grieving
That long goodbye

And I heard the angels
…Singing that night

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Matthew Perryman Jones's song "The Angels Were Singing" tell a story of grief and searching for solace. The singer is in the desert, feeling lost and alone. They talk to the rocks and listen to the birds, feeling the weight of their own sadness and anger. They run to try and feel alive again and wonder if the angels are singing in the sky. The singer's world has lost its color since saying goodbye to someone they loved, and they compare their sadness to Jesus mourning the death of Lazarus. But in the end, as they cry and grieve, they hear the angels singing and find a sense of peace.


The song's lyrics use powerful imagery to convey the singer's emotions. The desert setting evokes feelings of isolation and vastness, while the mention of Jesus and angels adds a spiritual element. The repetition of the line "And I heard the angels were singing that night" reinforces the idea that the singer is seeking comfort and belief in something greater than themselves.


Line by Line Meaning

Talking to stone,
Having a one-sided conversation with an inanimate object


Listening to birds
Paying attention to the melodious chirps of winged creatures


With no more to say,
Having nothing else to talk about


I kissed my fingers
Expressing love and affection by kissing one's own hand


And touched the red dirt
Feeling the coarse soil beneath one's fingertips


Wandering away
Roaming aimlessly with no particular goal or destination


Through the moon-colored field
Walking across a field illuminated by the light of the moon


My heart was a weight
Feeling weighed down by a heavy and burdensome emotion


Of rage and sorrow
Experiencing a mixture of intense anger and sadness


That longed to be healed
Desiring a sense of emotional relief


Then I started running
Breaking into a sprint


To feel more alive;
Seeking to invigorate oneself


To wake up my senses
Looking to arouse one's sensory perception


That slowly had died
That had gradually become dull or unresponsive


And I wondered if angels
Contemplating the possibility of otherworldly beings


Were singing that night
Creating a celestial music in the darkness


Nothing's the same
Everything has changed


The colors aren't bright
Losing vibrancy, becoming dull


Since I kissed your face
Since the last time I kissed you


And slowly whispered
Uttering in a soft and gentle manner


My last goodbye
Bidding farewell for the very last time


Thinking of Jesus
Meditating on a religious figure


At Lazarus's side
Beside a person who was brought back from the dead in the Bible


That heavenly sadness,
The divine sorrow that comes from a deep emotional wound


The shadows of light
The interplay of dimness and radiance


His eyes saw the city
Observing the intricacies of the urban landscape


Where all is made right
A place where everything is made perfect and harmonious


And I heard that angels
Discerning the sound of ethereal beings


Were singing that night
Enchanting with the resonance of their voices


The angels were singing
The supernatural beings were creating music


As we sat and cried
While we were grieving and shedding tears


Each tear was a chorus;
Each drop of sadness was a part of a greater expression of lament


A sacred reprise
A solemn repetition of a previously sung song


And I finally was grieving
Finally allowing oneself to experience profound sorrow


That long goodbye
The farewell that seemed to last forever


And I heard the angels
Sensing the presence of spiritual beings


...Singing that night
Creating an otherworldly harmony that pierced through the darkness




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