Colors seem to fade
Vision is taken away
Same faces everyday
Worthy of recieving honor
My soul giving out
My heart pouring out
Small touch of your skin
Another touch it'd be sin
To be loved is pretty great
Lust must be displaced
Blackness turns to grey
Transformations night and day
We are all owls
Suddenly we behave
In a awkward kind of way
A behavior that no one can take away
Depressed by night
Moon hear our howls