An Audience Of One

Barely awake or still sleeping
Light shines through an open door
In its shadows it is hidden
It?s so familiar to me
While all the owls are whispering
Cut off that hair
And all the crows are yelling
You?ll leave to nowhere
Kill all those sparrows
To end their songs
Of hope which I never got to know at all
Kill all the sparrows
To end their songs
Of sorrow I got to know so well
Barely asleep or still dreaming
Disaster is knocking on the door
In it?s it is all hidden
It?s still so familiar to me
While all the owls are whispering
Cut off that hair
And all the crows are yelling
You?ll leave to nowhere
Kill all those sparrows
To end their songs
Of hope which I never got to know at all
Kill all the sparrows
To end their songs
Of sorrow I got to know so well
Kill all those sparrows
Kill all those sparrows
Kill all those sparrows
To end their songs
Kill all those sparrows
To end their songs
While all the owls are whispering
Cut off that hair
And all the crows are yelling
You?ll leave to nowhere
Kill all those sparrows
To end their songs
Of hope which I never got to know at all
Kill all the sparrows
To end their songs
Of sorrow I got to know so well