Walked Out on a Line - Okkervil River

From the back of my brain

The confetti burst came

And it blew through the balls of my eyes

In midnight as loud

As a cloud of ***

And horrendously swollen in size

Saw the pen press the text

Through the flesh of your neck

And the first line twas writ there was Christ's

I spun silver machine on a high wall of white

Waving cream that sends streams from his side

Cause he's out on the razor line

And dark dirty streams

The decay from our dreams

Leaves a black trail of grease through the snow

And is there a hotel there or is there a hole

Where our bodies all aching and aging can go

Oh I lept from the mountain and mid-falling down

Ran my trembling hands down your spine

Cause you have been curtly holding a mean

Will hopefully always be mine

And cause you're out on the razor line

In the storm's scream and swirl's

Where I spotted my girl

I was pinning her straight to my side

When the devil all dinged up and dragonfly wing

Dropped his head in my lap and he cried

Now we're right out on that line

Once I spotted my man

Sweeping over the sand

And the ambulance lamps in his eyes

And the smell of black blood on the backs of his hands

I could tell that his world can't be mine

When he says

The eye seems to spin just fine

All through space

All through bladeless night

All on the plain over razor line