Crashing into the aerials
The starlings, in millions
There's nowhere to flee for your life
Amen, let their kingdom come tonight
And each empty cage just rings in his heart like a bell
And gathered in a field
They were burned in a feathering pyre
Tangled in the laundry lines
And the gulls from the spires
Oh, the falconer awakes to the sound of the bells
And we'll sleep until the world of man is paralyzed
The ambulance men said
Underneath these cold stars
Let this dream be realized
When the swallows fell from the eaves
They are leaving his life
So we stay inside

Would feed on the ground where they lie
With their cold black eyes

In this trembling light, and he cries
Overhead and southbound