Cold man is rich in luxurious heat White empty car at the end of the street Five thousand angels hang from their strings Drinking their bourbons and grooming their wings And they all rose up and flew This ethereal message down here to you
A face at the window of the house where you live Tells me it's empty, not who you've been with Five thousand soldiers captured the town Bringing their dead back from the ground And every one of them knew This ethereal message was meant for you
Down, down, feathers in the air Down, down, down everywhere
Blessed generations range through the flames And by the smoke forgetting the names Five thousand mornings melt into days Wearing the blues and singing the greys And their threats never come true This ethereal message is waiting for you
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