On A Balcony - Okkervil River

Misty, when you want to hit those wedding bells, you should stop yourself

You should see yourself angry

Screaming to the ceiling

Girl, you look like hell

But when riding pills we get heavenly

On a balcony

And baby’s not a wreck on the wayside yet

Although she stuck out her neck to see how dark she could take it

The wind is wild while the spray is wet

And a heart gets high as a heart can get

On a balcony, high above the sea

You are the woman, on some Firefall

Do you wanna ball on that brilliant beach?

So hard I thought I hear my future daughter call through the static wall of a

flashing dream

And it’s a wild, weaving ride to the sea

Little demon, believe it from me

They say that you’re living off something-and-soda, some fine wine from 1983

They say you’re a fantasy

Clap like a comma, Hear the sentence sing

Hear the whole world ring, Hey, it’s bursting with bravery

Misty, when it’s whittled down to just one thing

It amazes me, that simplicity

I wandered through the market like a slumming king

And the sun, it stings.

Hell, I hadn’t seen the sun for weeks

When we finally walk away from everything on our own four feet

I hear you call my name from a balcony

And I like the way you say it