Evening Over Rooftops Songtext
von Edgar Broughton

The air was thick like honey
Looking from the room
The room had open windows
To let the springtime through
Evening stood by watching
At the sight of summer′s promise
All 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
Ah, the sunset ripe and mellow
Was the night to ride some thoughts by
The children watched for father
From their window in a wall
Said a prayer for grandpapa
And maybe many more

Somewhere in the distance
On the roofs 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
Spiraled upward like laughter

Faster, harder
They rose up in a column
Hundreds upon hundreds
Twice that many wings beat
Four miles across
Stretched a million miles high
The living pulsing column
In the lady of the sky


Feathers thrashed together
Locked in their huge wall
I knew no one could see it
And now that it was gone
I rubbed my eyes
Tried to find a reason for the flight
Was it exodus, escape
Or 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?