Mimicking Birds - Owl Hoots lyrics
[Mimicking Birds - Owl Hoots lyrics]
For when the owl hoots at you
It's foot gets cut loose and
You again hit 'snooze'
And lose one more tooth and
The entire roof's removed
And this all ill-behooves you
To come back with
An equal evil on them to ensue
Yea when the ice moves it cuts deep grooves
You retire your snow shoes
And drink your igloo
And come to confused asleep in the caboose
As your will refuses to interpret the
Train whistle as an owl hoot
When the owl hoots
How do you interpret the train
Whistle as the winter
Moves and wraps it's icy noose around you
Many eons beyond being long gone
Many eons beyond being long gone
Eons beyond being long gone
Eons beyond being long gone
So when the sky moves past you
You turn a recluse and away
From the city seclude
And sleep through thirteen moons
And the owl will fly home soon
As this all really proves to
You that the sound
Of the train whistle drones
Like the owl's hoots when the owl hoots
How do you interpret the train whistle as a
Winter moose foraging further
Towards human refuges
And how do you envision the
Future being as the sea
Slowly eats land and spit's
Everything back as sand
Many eons beyond being long gone
Many eons beyond being long gone
Eons beyond being long gone
Eons beyond being long gone
It's foot gets cut loose and
You again hit 'snooze'
And lose one more tooth and
The entire roof's removed
And this all ill-behooves you
To come back with
An equal evil on them to ensue
Yea when the ice moves it cuts deep grooves
You retire your snow shoes
And drink your igloo
And come to confused asleep in the caboose
As your will refuses to interpret the
Train whistle as an owl hoot
When the owl hoots
How do you interpret the train
Whistle as the winter
Moves and wraps it's icy noose around you
Many eons beyond being long gone
Many eons beyond being long gone
Eons beyond being long gone
Eons beyond being long gone
So when the sky moves past you
You turn a recluse and away
From the city seclude
And sleep through thirteen moons
And the owl will fly home soon
As this all really proves to
You that the sound
Of the train whistle drones
Like the owl's hoots when the owl hoots
How do you interpret the train whistle as a
Winter moose foraging further
Towards human refuges
And how do you envision the
Future being as the sea
Slowly eats land and spit's
Everything back as sand
Many eons beyond being long gone
Many eons beyond being long gone
Eons beyond being long gone
Eons beyond being long gone