Far away
Don't you hear
Screams of captured birds
Almost gone
Yet so clear
Through the darkness of the world
All the silver
Of the moon
Is weighing down their wings
But the still and
Bright lagoon
Is trembling as they sing
Evening bell
Counts to ten
Decides who's got to go
And the trees
Awake again
Decide who's gonna grow
There's a man
Don't you hear
His feet are made of stone
Don't you babe
Ever fear
The sound of twisted bones
High above
In the sky
Birds with fifteen bombs
Feather light
Tell me why
Right has turned to wrong
And my babe
Sings a song
That no one ever heard
And my babe
Sings along
Screams of captured birds
