Screams Of Captured Birds - The Savage Rose

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