Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Call Yourself Renee, artist - Okkervil River.
Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Song language: English
Call Yourself Renee |
Don’t look back until you realize you’re pointedly not trying to look back |
And then reconsider, try for a clearer mind, try for a grace of some kind |
Leave your house and walk into autumn light |
Imagine a river, massive and galloping beneath your feet |
Or you can call yourself Renee again and you can move back to Rapid City |
You live in a hotel, you wait for a phone call, you wait for an email |
You look out the window at a tree, weighted down with snow |
You worry about your mother, you watch a couple movies, you take an Ativan |
You walk down a Rapid City street alone |
And at night there’s a pink cast underneath a blank grey cloudhead |
Well that’s something pretty to look at in the sky |
And I don’t know why So-And-So's taking much time to breathe something new into |
my life |
And there’s a tip-tap on the window that could be fate’s pale face looking in |
Energy could be in the trembling hands of a tree, or it could be light |
Or it could be nothing at all |
Out in the night |
The world was right against our skin |
And it was right again |
Out in the night |
The world was right against our skin |
And it was right, baby |
Mysteriously absent for the afternoon and suddenly missing for a full month |
His mother called up, called around the corner, called out shooting from a dream |
Called his father five states to the south, said he was gone |
When he could have easily been seen in a Vero Beach Dillard’s |
Weaving in and out of the racks of beautiful blue men’s shirts |
Or in South Florida, breezing through the drive-through, easy like a song on |
the stereo |
Letting it all slide like an easy-going guy |
Or he could have not existed, just a vision of his mother |
When she wished it so hard into something she could almost see |
Or he could have been a feeling in the air, or the guy who cuts your hair |
He could have been anyone, he could even have been me |
And me, I don’t care if I come back as a single wave |
Or an oriole, or a spare branch on a tree |
Cause I’m not scared to die as long as I know that the universe has something |
really to do with me |
Out in the night |
The world was right against our skin |
And it was right |
Out in the night |
The world was right against our skin |
And it was right, baby |
I wanna make it nice again |
I wanna make it alright |
I wanna make it nice again |
I wanna make it alright |
Out in the night |
The world was right against our skin |
And it was alright, child |
Out in the night |
The world was right against our skin |
And it was alright, baby |
I wanna make it nice again |
I wanna make it alright |