Okkervil River Lyrics
Dead Faces
And we have fun – we go laughing and running down to the water, there by the sea
where the body just floats like a rowboat and the moon's like a harbor light lit
in the sky. And this picture's got a woman who looks like you and a guy who
looks just like someone I've seen. When it turns out, I hope that it turns out
the way that you dreamed. Embarcadero train station's empty, and I just cannot
believe how long it takes to go all the way home through the city. And
everyone's looking - at least, it's nice to believe that everyone's looking. And
this picture's got a woman who looks like you, and a guy who looks just like
someone I've seen. When it turns out, I hope that it turns out the way that you
dreamed. Ghostly faces at my living-room window aren't scared of me because they
know I can't hurt them. They press up and see, in the lamp-glow, all of the hurt
and the love inside of me. It's their final duty to see right through me. I tell
them “twelve hours until the dawn, but we've got to hold on. Hold on to me,
because we'll be running down to the water this morning.” Well, nobody waits for
you to believe in ghosts, lit by moonlight or dawning, or in this picture of you
and me.