The owl outside, she calls to me
This February thirteenth
The cold outside is with her...
The bed downstairs, it waits for me
This drink in hand controls the scene
Perhaps what I need is to sleep
Or not, I could concur...
One more smoke and we will see
This tired soul just needs a shrink
The owl outside still calls to me
The cold outside is with her
This February thirteenth
The cold outside is with her...
The bed downstairs, it waits for me
This drink in hand controls the scene
Perhaps what I need is to sleep
Or not, I could concur...
One more smoke and we will see
This tired soul just needs a shrink
The owl outside still calls to me
The cold outside is with her