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