《 Okkervil River - Black Sheep Boy #4 》

《 Okkervil River - Black Sheep Boy #4 》

Bleeding black sheep boy

Mirror in pieces

Turn the receiver

Trace the police station

Lying to my number

And number my reasons

For this paranoia and these accusations

Each night that the numbers paired off like lovers collided together, so I can't remember my name or my nation.

Bathe black sheep boy

Go back beyond the pasture

You cracked out my head

And in your battered mustang, in the back seat will be your bed.

Burning black sheep boy

Dark denim phantom

Face full of flames, ears full of cheers that have fandom

I'd slice off the horns the sprung right from those temples

I was chased from my bedroom

I was chased from my candles by fear of the numbers paired off like lovers

Colliding together so I can't remember my face or my station

Pacing black sheep boy

The floor just wont support you

You hover through the room

Get in your battered mustang, and the back seat will be your tomb

And I rode into Baltimore and I found a hotel room

Where I tried to escape you

But the phone line wouldn't go through

And inside the mirror well I saw you stand there staring out

I don't recognize your eyes, your mouth, or any other lines that come flying out

Nothing I've heard from you sounds sane or safe, words falling down from the ceiling where the mirror is stealing the light to reveal us both

The night that we're both peeling and the black pool of your shadow, you cracked out of my head

Go back beyond the pasture or I'll smash your mirror 'till you're dead.

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