Hanging from a Hit - Okkervil River

What this night wants is what it gets

Strung in silken knots

Lit by cigarettes flaring side by side

With the streets all wet

As the only thing that’s bright

And I don’t need to cross that bridge

I find I’m swinging or sailing over the pit tonight

I’m hanging from a hit tonight

Was wild enough to order up and toss across my lips

What’s making all my tears

Is taking all my fears away

But I don’t need to cry

Because now I’m clear

A moth that’s swerving through the sage

A creature crashing from a cage

A shadow vaporized by a new sun ray

A day she spends the night

And I can hear her sighing

As she’s almost asleep on one side

I lie back on my pillow

And ask what her husband is like

And she says, «I smile polite

And I tip and tithe

And I see the sights with a well-trained eye

But I calmly cry

Because I’m too much mine without him

And I lie, reclined where the room is quiet

And it’s quiet at night

The soft silk is fine

And the waves are white

But the wind has died without him

And I scream my smiles

And I want my wires and I need my stripes

And I read the lines until I lid my eyes

And I’m losing time without him

And she says

And I ignite inside

And I flash with fire

And I limp from life

And I’m blazing blind

And I’m surging live

And give up my mind

When with him

And then every dream inside

Turns to flames, fades to grey and is dying

And the smoke rises into

A white, blank, bare, broke-open sky