On a Balcony
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. Why, 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.
And, Misty, when it's whittled down to just one thing it amazes me, that simplicity.
I wandered through the supermarket 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.
Autor(es): Okkervil River