Okkervil River Follow

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 remember
My name or my nation, bay 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 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 cracked out of my head
Go back beyond the pasture
Where I'll smash your mirror
Till you're dead

Bleeding black sheep boy, mirror in pieces
Turn the receiver, trace the police station
Line to my number and number my reasons