Night Owl Radio

One-two-three-four, the morning starts,

Coffee stains and restless hearts,

Sun comes knocking on my wall,

I hear your name inside it all.

Isabel, the day feels new,

Even when the sky turns blue,

I tune the static, loud and clear,

And there you are, somehow near.

Little owl radio,

Calling through the undertow,

Tiny wings and midnight eyes,

Lighting up my cloudy skies.

Little owl radio,

Don’t you ever fly too low,

If the night gets cold and wild,

I’ll be here, still half a child.

I bought some eggs, I burned the pan,

Tried to cook like a Spanish man,

Potatoes laughed, the onions cried,

But I stood there full of pride.

Isabel, you’d shake your head,

“Slowly, Hansi,” you once said,

So I stirred and learned to wait,

Punk-rock dinner on my plate.

Little owl radio,

Calling through the undertow,

Tiny wings and midnight eyes,

Lighting up my cloudy skies.

Little owl radio,

Don’t you ever fly too low,

If the night gets cold and wild,

I’ll be here, still half a child.

No big speech and no parade,

Just a tune the morning made,

Fast and simple, three chords true,

Every beat looks out for you.

Little owl radio,

Calling through the undertow,

Tiny wings and midnight eyes,

Lighting up my cloudy skies.

Little owl radio,

Don’t you ever fly too low,

If the night gets cold and wild,

I’ll be here, still half a child.

Isabel, Isabel,

Ring the bell, ring the bell,

Little owl, loud and bright,

Punk-rock kiss into the night.