Night Owl - Tiny Ruins

Home is here

On the hand of an early hour

Fearing none of

The clamouring day, my dear

Night owl

Night owl

Night owl

Laying low, taking note

Of each and every bone

Keeping a small lamp burning

And the sand of my heart turning

The day’s bitter blood into a haze

Of forgiveness, thoughtfulness, my dear

Night owl

Night owl

Night owl