…saw its soul, envied its pride But needed nothing it had An owl came to me, old and wise Pierced right through my youth I learned its ways, envied its sense But needed nothing it had Don't give me love, don't give me…

…creation. I saw it's soul, envied it's pride. But needed nothing it had. An owl came to me, old and wise. Pierced right through my youth. I learned its ways, envied it's sense. But needed nothing it had. Don't give me love…

…The ticktock of time allows me to see An owl turn to an echo The butterfly to a cocoon A swan to ugly duckling A lake to an ocean The dead times awake As I've been called myself to yesterday The flower has fallen its…

…can retire at the age of very young, they have been wise, runnign arter money, it secures life. You lead a silent life, its scandinavian life style, they talk a lot of their love lifes, they life of jealouse, they want to break it all, they they have their own life, to enjoy of sorrow and pain, of other peoples lifes.…

…make excures, everyday. You make your own minds, are you sure it all was wise, the rooms are fool of patiences, you all see the people, not help on their own days. You like to spend time with you new wife, they like to…

…I WISH TO MOVE TO PARIS. I WISHED TO SETTLE DOWN. I WANTED TO SEE THE WORLD. I WANTED YOU TO EXPERIENCE THAT ALL. I WANTED TO BE WITH YOU. MAKE A LIFE WITH YOU. I GOT THE FEELING OF A DEEP HAPPINESS. HERE I STAND IN…

…Who's there knocking at my window? The owl and the dead boy This night whispers my name All the dying children Virgin snow beneath my feet Painting the world in white I tread the way and lose Myself into a tale Come…

…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…