Lyrics Weave Room Blues - Okkervil River

Weave Room Blues

I was laid up in a blue bed
talkin' to the apparition
he was spittin' out his history
I was young and liked to listen
I would listen to the whispers
I was noticing my mother
hang her hands into the water
of a well where little pinchers
snipped the tips of all the fingers
I was crying like a singer
and I went:
ooh-la-la-la
ooh-la-la-la
ooh-la-la-la
ooh-la-la-la…
My friend’s a flash of red hair
and we took off all our clothes where
it was cool inside the closet
and the floor it started pounding
as a kid had came across it
I was staring at a spider
spinnin' out a silver wire
it was haulin' up a robin
that had broken from its brothers (?)
we were singing to eachother
and it went:
oh-la-la-la
oh-la-la-la
oh-la-la-la
oh-la-la-la…
well a woman is a weaver
(I am always sad to see her (?))
she is weppin' when I leave her
(carved it out from little squeezers (?))
and her still room is lonely
(we can call about the ____(?))
little lonely bones inside it
(is it cool inside the meadow?)
and the still room is quiet
talking to the apparition
(I had fallen by the petals (?))
on the morning I went missin'
(I was staring at the feathers)
I was young and liked to listen
(eyes and houses, little daughters (?))
I was starting to exist, then
(I had awoke and had recovered)
at least I hadn’t been before then
(I was icy, I was water (?))
he was sayin' what was missing
(I was icy, I was water (?))
I was trying to remember
(but I hadn’t been before then)
I had just begun existing
(and the universe was shaking)
I had walked out from the weather
(as I sun my little sister)
i was missin' like a feather (?)
(we were singing to eachother)
and she said:
oh-la-la-la
oh-la-la-la
oh-la-la-la
oh-la-la-la…
she said:
do you wanna?
do you wanna?
do you wanna?
do you wanna…
do you wanna, sing?
do you wanna…