Another Radio Song [New York City, 2015] Songtext
von Okkervil River

Sit back, no song is written
It′s nothing you thought of yourself
It's just a ghost, came unbidden to this house (yeah)

This infection gets stronger every year
This seed in the water of your tear
There is no escaping it

This seed in the water of your tear
The way an unborn baby′s ear
Unfolds in your belly

This infection gets stronger every year
This direction of a tear rolling down your cheek and
There is no escaping it

There is no escaping
The thing that is making, its home in your radio


Bless this tiny alley
We have fallen from tall buildings
We have fallen through the air
Into a garden sweetly smelling of the softest sleeping flowers
Now they sit under the sidewalk
Now they're waiting for the shining of some future sun to show us

All that is your beauty, oh, and all that brings you pleasure
I could sigh into your hide and say I hope I'm here forever
But Black Sheep Boy with your lovers, with your list of favorite pillows
With your list of missing children, with the wall where you drew windows

Overlooking hidden gardens, cut apart by jagged mountains
Climbing up into the air and crumbling down into a fountain
Where the water waits forever, like a quiet distant treasure
Oh, when you rise up to recover
When you leave this tiny alley

When you meet me in the garden with your horns, all hung with cedar
Every spirit brushing past me, brushing past them in the ether
Scream all this is window dressing, all your is flimsy curtains
Watch you flame up with a word from us
You won′t know that you′re burning

(There is no escaping)
(The thing that is making, its home in your radio) oh, that you burning
(There is no escaping)