We were awoken by mysterious footsteps
Perhaps youthful
The reflections of a lantern
Illuminated our bedroom for an instant
I saw Marcello standing next to the wardrobe
On his arm was perched a sleeping owl
We were awoken by mysterious footsteps
Perhaps youthful
The reflections of a lantern
Illuminated our bedroom for an instant
I saw Marcello standing next to the wardrobe
On his arm was perched a sleeping owl