Your Owls Are Hooting

This letter won’t make it to you in time 
Introverted by your distance from me, and by mine 
But the chameleons who sift through the trees 
Are garnering a bouquet in my head’s faculties 
And its 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 it’s toll 
Like a great horned owl swallowing [bad word] bats whole 
Now that you’re here I feel a 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 artic 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