Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Title Track , by - Okkervil River. Release date: 06.08.2007
Song language: English
Title Track |
| All of the stage names evaporate |
| And it’s just a blood-flushed and heart-rushing race |
| 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-a-thon for break-dancers 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? |
| Well, she didn’t look like no princess to me |
| But with the proper words bestowed |
| And with her morning shoot |
| And her evening clothes |
| Don’t call her a prostitute |
| She isn’t one of those |
| Just call her a proper little statue come unfroze |