• I looked up at the birds of the night
    Whispered a wish of love as they stared
    Painted my dreams all wrong in the sky
    Said, "I'd love to fly but I'm scared."

    The wise old owls swoop down, curious
    So I told them how beautiful my love would be
    How I'd find him with Fate's magnifying glass
    And how he will have eyes for none but me

    And the owls keep asking
    the question I'd like to know the answer to:
    "Who? Who? Who?"
    And I cry; the tears spell out a name that time buried.
    The owls keep asking "Who?"
    Would they glare down at me
    With those streetlamp eyes if they knew?
    It was...

    "Love is for the birds and bees!" I screamed
    Wanting the secret they will never share
    Refusing the silent protest of my skin
    I walked into the water, unaware

    Neck deep; heavy heart be my anchor
    Too light-headed to ever drown
    Echo, echo, cruel voice of perfection
    And tired wings pull me back to the ground

    And the owls keep asking
    the question I'd like to know the answer to:
    "Who? Who? Who?"
    And I cry; the tears spell out a name that time buried.
    The owls keep asking "Who?"
    Would they turn their heads
    and fly far from me if they knew?
    It was always


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