The White Owl

For to quench my thirst Into the breakers till my lungs burst For to still my mind Down through the echoing blue In a swallow dive So damn alive The tightrope the green lasso And soft hands to bear me through I’ll be the white owl Winds cover me I’ll be the white owl Swooping low I’ll be the white owl No knowing me I’ll be the white owl Blood my road Till the first is last All the smoke of the future Pouring out of the past Every vestige gone Nothing left but the altar We found each new day upon All else gone The light bends the thought gets skewed Each sky dancing heart stripped nude Then I’ll be the white owl Winds cover me I’ll be the white owl Swooping low I’ll be the white owl No knowing me I’ll be the white owl Blood my road I’ll be the white owl Time cover me I’ll be the white owl Swooping low I’ll be the white owl No knowing me I’ll be the white owl Blood my road