The Hour of the Owl (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