Edgar Broughton Band- Evening over rooftops

The air was thick like honey 
Looking from a room 
The room had open windows 
To let this springtime through 

Evening stood by watchin' 
At the side of summer's promise 
The flowers in her garden 
Were the envy of her friends 

How far are we from dying 
Is it nearly at an end? 
How far are we from dying 
Is it nearly at an end? 

The smoke hung on the skyline 
The city fell in silence 
The sunset, ripe and mellow 
Was the light to write some thoughts by 

Her children watched for father 
From a window in the wall 
Said a prayer for grandpapa 
And maybe many more 

Somewhere in the distance 
On the road so far away 
I heard the sound of life 
Though the people left for home 

Three birds flew off a building 
Standing proud against the sky 
Many more flew with them 
Spiralled up like laughter 

Faster, harder 
They rose up in a column 
Hundreds upon hundreds 
And twice that many wingspeed 

Four miles across 
Stretched a million miles high 
The living pulsing column 
In the lady of the sky 

Feathers thrashed together 
Locked in that huge swarm 
I knew no-one could see it 
And now that it was gone 

I rubbed my eyes and tried to find 
A reason for the flight 
Exodus, escape 
Or was it just for me to see? 

Like the mating of the earth and air 
Like water is to flowers 
The envy of her friends 
How far are we from dying, is it nearly at an end? 

How far are we from dying 
Is it nearly at an end? 
How far are we from dying 
Is it nearly at an end?...