| 歌曲 | Owls |
| 歌手 | The Handsome Family |
| 专辑 | Wilderness |
| The blue house at the corner | |
| Of twilight instinct | |
| Four stories floor in Terrence | |
| Floors of wood parquet | |
| And now so many owls | |
| Snowy, horned and screech | |
| Thousands of owls | |
| All flapping their wings | |
| How I love the marble staircase | |
| The claw footed tubs | |
| The room of rare orchids | |
| The glass hall for my guns | |
| Statue the pharaohs | |
| 20 feet tall | |
| Crystal chandeliers | |
| Rare paintings of clowns | |
| But we have so many owls | |
| I’m never alone | |
| The owls make this blue house | |
| A home | |
| How peaceful it is | |
| To watch them soar | |
| Through the palm tree ballroom | |
| With its gold panel doors | |
| And as I sit by the fire | |
| And slip off my boots | |
| They purge all harpoons | |
| And the stuffed heads of moose | |
| The apothecary closet | |
| Is like my shelves | |
| But deeper than expected | |
| And slammed it as well | |
| How long have I been here? | |
| Searching for my pills | |
| As the ceiling grows upward | |
| And the walls start to swell | |
| Oh the owls, the owls | |
| With their feathers of silk | |
| The owls, they mock me | |
| And have stolen my pills | |
| But the owls, the owls | |
| With their shiny green eyes | |
| The owls, they will save me | |
| If not today, then tonight |
| The blue house at the corner | |
| Of twilight instinct | |
| Four stories floor in Terrence | |
| Floors of wood parquet | |
| And now so many owls | |
| Snowy, horned and screech | |
| Thousands of owls | |
| All flapping their wings | |
| How I love the marble staircase | |
| The claw footed tubs | |
| The room of rare orchids | |
| The glass hall for my guns | |
| Statue the pharaohs | |
| 20 feet tall | |
| Crystal chandeliers | |
| Rare paintings of clowns | |
| But we have so many owls | |
| I' m never alone | |
| The owls make this blue house | |
| A home | |
| How peaceful it is | |
| To watch them soar | |
| Through the palm tree ballroom | |
| With its gold panel doors | |
| And as I sit by the fire | |
| And slip off my boots | |
| They purge all harpoons | |
| And the stuffed heads of moose | |
| The apothecary closet | |
| Is like my shelves | |
| But deeper than expected | |
| And slammed it as well | |
| How long have I been here? | |
| Searching for my pills | |
| As the ceiling grows upward | |
| And the walls start to swell | |
| Oh the owls, the owls | |
| With their feathers of silk | |
| The owls, they mock me | |
| And have stolen my pills | |
| But the owls, the owls | |
| With their shiny green eyes | |
| The owls, they will save me | |
| If not today, then tonight |