Okkervil River - Starry Stairs

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They ask for more

What do you think this fan club is for?

I slithered up each rose corridor

I kept a warm, safe place at my core

Before I lost it

They ask for blood

What do you think this woman's made of?

I stuck a small, thin pin in my thumb

They dreamt a low, long line to be crossed

And I crossed it

I'm alive

But a different kind of alive

Than the way I used to be

I retire to a split, white smile to be seen

In some old stag magazine

And this girl's eyes,

when they were roughly wrenched open

I could see a starry stair up your thigh

You hid behind your hair

Oh, but I saw you smiling

While all these guys, all these curious sets of eyes

Safe behind a tv screen

I let them pry, pick apart and hang up to dry

almost every piece of me

If you don't love me, I'm sorry

Oh, what a trip

Oh, what a shimmering silver ship

Oh, what a hot half-life I half lived

Oh, and the stripes and stars,

how they stripped off the siding

When my life ripped

Off from the part that played as a kid

Into the part that plays through your lips

To find a warm, safe place and sit curled up inside it

So, here's goodbye

From the part that's staying behind

To the part that has to leave

To the sublime lips that were never spoiled by lying

But to the face inside the being

Who wasn't me

Who wasn't me

Oh, no, no

She's not me

Oh, oh