The Dying Season

Through the dark night, like an owl he comes
With no sound from his boots on the pavement
In the moonlight, he comes
He comes
In the half-light of the dying Autumn moon
Like a dagger that punctures your being
The wind stirs and cuts you to the bone

Like the flies that buzz around your head tonight
He crawls
Like a song, that never ends
Like a knife, he's back again

Through the dark night, like an owl he comes
With no sound from his boots on the pavement
In the moonlight, he comes
He comes
Through the half-light, never to leave again
Like a knife, never to leave again



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Spagnolo, Patrick Borrelli
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