El Búho

In the night, I hear them call

Move in the dark

Their shapes unfold in these eyes

I quiver, darker still in closed doors

Don't speak like you were there

One is here, I feel its stare

Rumored still

And hidden by the sightless who have seen

If I lay my head down, don't blame the light's power

Or those who claimed it from me

Well, this time I'm torn

Please wake me if I lose that face

Search in these eyes

There's still fire in the darkness and rooms of light

Still, I dream in greens and blues

Days that break and skies that move

Memory's eyes that quiver

Bound in spheres of milk and glass

Don't speak like you were there

One is here, I feel its stare

Rumored still, and hidden by the sightless who have seen

If I lay my head down, don't blame the light's power

Or those who claimed it from me

This time I'm torn

Please wake me if I lose that face

Search in these eyes

There's still fire in the darkness and rooms of light

This time I'm torn

Please wake me if I lose that face

Search in these eyes

There's still fire in the darkness and rooms of light

This time I'm torn, this time I'm torn

Search in these eyes, in these eyes