Milan Miller - The Hour of the Owl

In the hour of the owl- the hour of the owl
Dark shadows fall, old memories call- and then they start to prowl
Through my mind, until they find- a place to hoot and howl
Each second's filled with sorrow- in the hour of the owl
All day long the clock is ticking
A countdown to my come apart
The lonely seems to loom, on a pendulum of gloom
Ready for the wretchedness to start
In the hour of the owl- the hour of the owl
Dark shadows fall, old memories call- and then they start to prowl
Through my mind, until they find- a place to hoot and howl
Each second's filled with sorrow- in the hour of the owl
The midnight moon sees through me
And the nightshades they all know
Turmoil and jitters- lurk like creatures and critters
Waiting to take part in the show
In the hour of the owl- the hour of the owl
Dark shadows fall, old memories call- and then they start to prowl
Through my mind, until they find- a place to hoot and howl
Each second's filled with sorrow- in the hour of the owl
Desperation drifts through the darkness
And superstitions fly in fits and starts
Old feelings flock together like birds of a feather
Till the sun sinks and sanity departs
In the hour of the owl- the hour of the owl
Dark shadows fall, old memories call- and then they start to prowl
Through my mind, until they find- a place to hoot and howl
Each second's filled with sorrow- in the hour of the owl
Each second's filled with sorrow- in the hour of the owl

Written by:
Beth Husband, Milan Miller

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