Okkervil River - Title Track lyrics

rate me

All of the stage names evaporate

And it's just a blood flushed and heart-rushing rates

Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late, to be far too dear or too cut-rate

Hold my hand again

Like at the lake

Hold that mirror, babe

Up to my face

Hear the whippoorwill

Am I breathing still?

A Hollywood Babylon bike-athon for breakdancers all broken down in their beds

Now intravenously fed

From a bag hanging over their heads

Can I put you down for some miles?

What do you say?

Cause don't you know, it's going to be a long, long way

But if you've got the cash

I'm ready to bust my ass

So, take this thin broken down circus clown reject and give her the name of a queen

Don't I know her from the mezzanine?

She didn't look like no princess to me

But with the proper words

Bestowed

And with her morning shoot

Her evening clothes

Don't call her a prostitute

Well, she ain't one of those

Just call her a proper little statue

Come unfroze