HOOT OWL
Words & Music by Richard Schultz
Some people open their eyes
Stare right at each other
Never recognize - never realize - never exercise
'Cause he who blinks is he who's lost
And he who turns is he who's tossed
And he who moves is stigmatized
When frozen souls are idealized, now
Hoot Owl, Hoot Owl
I close my eyes, I seal my lips
I drink my skin in little sips
I curl myself into a stone altogether all alone
And now I am beneath a dandelion
The stem is green, the top is yellow
On the other side there's another rocky fellow I think, I think
Because some people open their eyes
Stare right at each other
Never recognize - never realize - never exercise
'Cause he who blinks is he who's lost
And he who turns is he who's tossed
And he who moves is stigmatized
When frozen souls are idealized, now
Hoot Owl, Hoot Owl
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