Night Owls - Whitehorse

morning dreads

to follow light

lifted dawn

hungover night

porch-dwelling dreamers

who can’t remember why they came

to sleep walk

and sweet talk

to pluck your pretty petals

until he loves you not

he loves me not

so feast your eyes

and they’ll disappear

the young at heart

the insincere

the well meaning

trouble-making troubadours

and you toss and you turn

you live and you learn

just when you thought you had it in your grasp

it flew away

it flew away

like fireflies

fickle lights

burning holes

into the night

all the night owls want to know

oh where did the love go

oh where did the love go