Owl — Hopesfall

When the owl breaks the light beam In a nights dream ride Am I seeing in slow, Am I driving too fast for the sound to Finally break past time spent following Straight lines to death. Behind my eyes in a parallel sky She belongs in the shapes in the clouds Try to take me to the grounded ones, skyward There's a fog that casts a planetary haze To hide the white lined aggression in our eyes.

In a season of collapsed lungs, There's a dark holiday and we are following Straight lines to death