Deep Current - Owlman

He's gone
Like a sailor in the thick black night
Sailed out far
Past the rocks
Never afraid of a fight
With the waves
There's a feather growing in your brow
Your lips are getting sharper every day
You always were a late night howling bastard
Nocturnal's not the name for one who just can't stop
Who just can't stop
Whoa who just can't stop
Owlman spread your wings
Hoot to the moon and take your keep
Swoop on down again
We'll be waiting here my friend
When you come back perched on the mast on the front of a fleet
Feathers blowing in the wind
Swoop on down my friend
Yea
Fly on down again
Fly on down prince of the night
Prince of birds and ships and songs
Fly on down prince of the night
And teller of the good times
Fare thee well oh distant hunter
Your songs will never go unheard
Owls can breathe fire
Bird just ain't the word for one who just can't land
Who just can't land
Whoa
Who just can't land
Owlman spread your wings
Hoot to the moon and take your keep
Swoop on down again
We'll be waiting here my friend
When you come back perched on the mast on the front of a fleet
Feathers blowing in the wind
Swoop on down my friend
Yea
Fly on down again

Written by:
Alexander Eversbusch

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