Night Owl کے بول

On it's face a whole lifetime of experiences all truly lived A long deep furrow of who wanted to live and talk to the sky A man walks bent forward on the path that leads to home In the night blowing wind - Owl hunting stops the run The heat of a blind summer and I know the smell of dead grass Frost of a snowy winter cold feet that sink but you cannot stop it A man walks bent forward on the path that leads to home In the night blowing wind - Owl hunting stops the run Poor dear they seek the bent man but he's not there neither his melody While they dance rising and falling on music A song that kills everything else around A man walks bent forward on the path that leads to home In the night blowing wind - Owl hunting stops the run