Black Sheep Boy #4 - Okkervil River

Bleeding black sheep boy

Mirror in pieces

Turn the receiver

Trace the police station

Line to my number

And number my reasons

For this paranoia

For these accusations

Each night the numbers

Paired off like lovers

Collided together

So I can’t remember

My name or my nation

Baying black sheep boy

Go back beyond the pasture

You cracked out of my head

Get in your battered Mustang

And the back seat will be your bed

Burning black sheep boy

Dark denim phantom

Face full of flames

The ears full of cheers that have fanned them

I’d slice off the horns that 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

Collided together

So I can’t remember

My face or my station

Pacing black sheep boy

The floor just won’t support you

You hovered through the room

Get in your battered Mustang

And the backseat 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 stamping

Staring out

I’d recognize your eyes

You fell for any of the 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 tonight

And we’re both kneeling in the

Black pool of your shadow

You’ve cracked out of my head

Go back beyond the pasture

Where I’ll smash your mirror

Till you’re dead