Title: Your Owls Are Hooting
Album: Age of Reptiles
Artist: Showbread
Composer(s): Matthew H Davis, John David Giddens, Michael Ernest Jensen, Ivory Laconta Mobley, Joshua Stephen Porter, Patrick Ryan Porter, Marvin Edward Reilly
Lyric:
This letter won?t make it to you in time
Introverted by your distance from me and by mine
But for chameleons who sift through the trees
Are garnering a bouquet in my head?s faculties
And it's filled with scales and perfumes wearing thin
There is no flaw in you, there is no sun on your skin
Where have you been all of my life?
I hear a lizard tongue above my head
Will you be my wife?
Skin and bones and things that make my heart beat
My possession, my obsession, everything to me
The sound of your voice and all your fingertips
Is like a bible verse spilling right across your lips
Waiting for my bride, no longer taking its toll
Like a great horned owl swallowing fruit bats whole
Now that you?re here I feel the presence that I didn?t before
I feel your love, I feel the warmth, I?m feeling so much more
No more stiff joints, no more skin dry and rigid
You?re like a funnel in my heart, no longer arctic and frigid
I?m indebted to you, you are my only one
Straight from the breath of the almighty Father, Spirit and Son
Skin and bones and things that make my heart beat
My possession, my obsession, everything to me
The sound of your voice and all your fingertips
Is like a bible verse spilling right across your lips
Skin and bones and things that make my heart beat
My possession, my obsession, everything to me
The sound of your voice and all your fingertips
Is like a bible verse spilling right across your lips
Skin and bones and things that make my heart beat
My possession, my obsession, everything to me
The sound of your voice and all your fingertips
Is like a bible verse spilling right across your lips
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