Okkervil River - Black sheep boy #4

C Bleeding black sheep boy, Am mirror in pieces, for Em this paranoi(walk-up-to) a, for G these accusations, for Dm each night that the numbers, C paired off like lovers, colC lided together so Am I can’t remember my Em name or my nat(walk-up-to) ion. G Baying black sheep boy, go Em back beyond Am the pasture, you’ve Em cracked out of my G head. Get Em in your battered Am mustang, and the backC seat will be your Em bed G . Burning black sheep boy, dark denim phantom face full of flames, ears full of cheers that have fanned them. I’d slice off the horns that sprung right from those temples. I was chased from that bedroom, I was chased from my candles by fear of the numbers, paired off like lovers, collided together so I can’t remember my face or my station. Pacing black sheep boy, the floor just won’t support you, you hover through the room. Get in your battered mustang and the backseat will be your tomb Harmonica Solo: C Am Em G 2x And I rode into Baltimore and I found a hotelroom, where I tried to escape you but the phone line wouldn’t go through. And inside the mirror I saw you, stamping staring out. I don’t recognize your eyes, your mouth or any of those lines that come flying out. Nothing I’ve heard from you sounds sane or safe: words falling down from the ceiling, where the mirror is stealing the light to reveal us both tonight, and we’re both kneeling in the black pool of your shadow. You’ve cracked out of my head. Go back beyond the pasture, or I’ll smash your mirror till you’re dead.