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 a midnight as loud
As a cloud of cocaine
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 a spun silver machine or a high wall of white waving cream
The sun streams from his side
'Cause he's out on a 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 leapt from the mountain and mid-falling down
Ran my trembling hands down your spine
'Cause you have been, are currently holy to me
And will hopefully always be mine
And 'cause you're out on a razor line