Текст песни In A Radio Song

Black, black sheep boy, blue-eyed charmer,
head hanging with horns from your father.
Oh, in a cold little mirror you were grown,
by a black little wind you were blown, alone, alone, alone.

Cold smile on your lips, you shake and shiver.
Some animal sips where the river
flows from a black little crack in a stone.
To a crackle in a radio song, sing along, sing along, sing along.

Warm light when your eyes fill with laughter.
Some animal lies in the pasture,Okkervil River - In A Radio Song - http://ru.motolyrics.com/okkervil-river/in-a-radio-song-lyrics.html
holes in its throat where the blood was drawn,
in its mouth where the tongue was torn by your claws, your claws, your claws.

I woke from a dream; we were running
from every being that was hunting,
but we let them get ahead of us.
We let them lie in wait for us. We're fucked, we're fucked, we're fucked.

I rose from a dream;
I had just destroyed everything with one crushing blow,
and I woke up and watched it go,
and I woke up and wagged my tongue. So long, so long, so long.