Black - Okkervil River

I’m coming into your town.

Night is falling to the ground

But I can still see where you loved yourself

Before he tore it all down.

April 12th

With nobody else around;

you were outside the house (where's your mother?)

When he put you in the car, when he took you down the road

And I can still see where it was open, the door he slammed closed

It was open, the door he slammed closed.

It was open, long ago

But don’t lose me now, don’t lose me now.

Though I know that I’m not useful

anyhow

Just let me stick around while I tell you, like before

You should say his name the way that he said yours

But you don’t want to say his name anymore.

Oh, Cynda Moore

Baby daughter on the road, you’re wrapped up warm in daddy’s coat

And I can still see the cigarette’s heat.

I can’t believe all that you’re

telling me

What is cutting like the smoke through your teeth as you’re telling me «forget it»

But if I could tear his throat, spill his blood between my jaws

And erase his name for good, don’t you know that I would?

Don’t you realize I wouldn’t pause

That I would cut him down with my claws if I could have somehow never let that

happen?

Or I’d call, some black midnight, fuck up his new life where they don’t know

what he did

Tell his brand-new wife and his second kid

And I tell you, like before, you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked

yours

You want no part of his life anymore.

Oh, Cynda Moore

Don’t lose me now, let me help you out.

Though I know that I can’t help you

anyhow

When I watch you I’m proud

When I tell you twice before that you should wreck his life the way that he

wrecked yours

You want no part of his life anymore.

Oh, Cynda Moore.

And it’ll never be the

way it was before

But I wish that you would let me through that door.

Let me through that door,

baby