Meander
Call it a night when the owl sings,
My soul is about to give up, swinging.
My inner beasts don’t lie, they are precise,
All I feel right now is loss and need for food.
Call it a night when the owl sings,
My soul is about to give up, swinging.
My inner beasts don’t lie, they are precise,
All I feel right now is loss and need for food.
