It's Dark, time for night birds
I'm travelling, traffic is calm, weather is colder
Sitting in concrete jungle, waiting for prey
hearing to IT phone rings, wondering why am I working so late
We are the flying birds of the night, we fly together
at times all alone, in the Citi which never sleeps
Moon is our new sun, Instant messages are our distant friends
We live here and work there, wondering why i work so late
Our parents are flashback, our kids are dreams
Our jobs pushes our clocks
We are the IT Owls and we gladly accept being the night riders
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