Sam, bless him, has died and left this home, the woodchucks running wild, the bushes overgrown. Slip unseen into the skein of trees, slide through dusky
the water it stared back. The night it fell from tangles of the branches on the shore as it had on Okkervil River before. Down by Okkervil River's cigarettes
even this finely-sharpened dart; although I had started to think there might be hope, it isn't so. So wake up, make up some new song again around
Sit back, no song is written It's nothing you thought of Yourself It's just a ghost, came unbidden To this house This infection gets stronger every year
lips, you shake and shiver. Some animal sips where the river flows from a black little crack in a stone. To a crackle in a radio song, sing along, sing
He cut your strings so that he could float Lit by lights, lifted by alcohol Over acres of loving coast Far away from your lonely ghost Now he?s cool
Sit back, no song is written, it's nothing you thought of yourself. It's just a ghost that came unbidden to this house. This infection gets stronger
your lips, you shake and shiver. Some animal sips where the river flows from a black little crack in a stone. To a crackle in a radio song, sing along
to decide if they should leave the things that keep them crying. And some will rise and keep on living with open eyes, with minds forgiven. The river
even this finely-sharpened dart; although I had started to think there might be hope, it isn't so. So wake up, make up some new song again around the
He cut your strings so that he could float - lit by lights, lifted by alcohol - over acres of loving coast, far away from your lonely ghost. Now he’s
trying to decide if they should leave the things that keep them crying. And some will rise and keep on living with open eyes, with minds forgiven. The river
and the water it stared back. The night it fell from tangles of the branches on the shore as it had on Okkervil River before. Down by Okkervil River's
