Texty:
Okkervil River I Am Very Far

friend stands bleeding on the late summer lawn, a slicked back bloody black gunshot to the head. He has fallen in the valley of the rock and roll dead. I

tell us 'Cause we know So, I said "What a way down What a ride What a slide Spin around What a life to have known What a time" And how I was singing

hung from strings and I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings (with the other sardines) over cities of things mommies need -- light as gas, and half-assedly free, like I

it go. I've felt enough. Can't really feel it anymore. And I know I'm closing off as it gets colder. Can I call out like before? Show yourself.

night when I'm looking out into the sound. I'm breathing deep. I'm turning around. I'm saying, "Do you want to swim out to that island?" I'm thinking

calls. (Wait, take a look closer... he's hardly moving at all.) She says, "There's someone is knocking, go see who it is. Our little world is shaking... I