…creation. I saw it's soul, envied it's pride. But needed nothing it had. An owl came to me, old and wise. Pierced right through my youth. I learned its ways, envied it's sense. But needed nothing it had. Don't give me love…

…saw its soul, envied its pride But needed nothing it had An owl came to me, old and wise Pierced right through my youth I learned its ways, envied its sense But needed nothing it had Don't give me love, don't give me…

…Who's there knocking at my window? The owl and the dead boy This night whispers my name All the dying children Virgin snow beneath my feet Painting the world in white I tread the way and lose Myself into a tale Come…

…The ticktock of time allows me to see An owl turn to an echo The butterfly to a cocoon A swan to ugly duckling A lake to an ocean The dead times awake As I've been called myself to yesterday The flower has fallen its…