When the rooks were laid in pows by the sides of the road Crashed into the aisles, tangled in a laundry line And gathered in a field, they were burned in a feathering pile With their cold black eyes When the swallows fell from the eaves and the ghosts from the spires The starlings and the millions would feed on the ground where they lied The ambulance man said there's nowhere to flee for your life So he stayed inside And would sleep until the world of men is alive Oh, the far corner, always to the sound of the bells Of a head and soft bone They're leaving us life And it's empty cages, the wings and a song like a bell Underneath these cold stars In this trembling night High cars of men, let the kingdom come tonight Let this dream be realized And sleep until the world of men is alive And sleep until the world of men is alive