Owl Howl -

Blackbird, blackbird — what have you done?

Under the moon, old smoking gun

Silhouette of thin boys and girls

That disappear into the underworld

Pale moon in the land of loss

Paper thin are the doors of loss

As she comes and take you away

The night is cold and everlasting

Orchestrator of chaos and dismay

Hollow the halo — and empty the laughter