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 gra**
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 k**s 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