Another Radio Song Lyrics
| Song | Another Radio Song |
| Artist | Okkervil River |
| Album | Black Sheep Boy Appendix |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Sit back, no song is written | |
| It’s nothing you thought of | |
| Yourself It’s just a ghost, came unbidden | |
| To this house | |
| This infection gets stronger every year | |
| This seed in the water of your tear | |
| There is no escaping it | |
| This seed in the water of your tear | |
| The way an unborn baby’s ear | |
| Unfolds in your belly | |
| This infection gets stronger every year | |
| This direction of a tear rolling down your cheek | |
| And there is no escaping it | |
| There is no escaping | |
| The thing that is making | |
| It's home in your radio | |
| Bless this tiny alley we have fallen from tall buildings we have fallen through the air | |
| Into a garden sweetly smelling of the softest | |
| Sleeping flowers now they sit under the sidewalk | |
| Now they’re waiting for the shining of some future sun to show us | |
| All that is your beauty | |
| Oh and all that brings you pleasure | |
| I could sigh into your hide | |
| And say I hope | |
| I’m here forever | |
| But Black | |
| Sheep Boy with your lovers | |
| With your list of favorite pillows with your list of missing children | |
| With the wall where you drew windows | |
| Overlooking hidden gardens | |
| Cut apart by jagged mountains | |
| Climbing up into the air | |
| And crumbling down into a fountain | |
| Where the water waits forever | |
| Like a quiet distant treasure | |
| When you rise up to recover | |
| When you leave this tiny alley | |
| When you meet me in the garden | |
| With your horns all hung with cedar | |
| Every spirit brushing past me | |
| Brushing past them in the ether | |
| Scream all this is window dressing | |
| All you are is flimsy curtains | |
| Watch you flame up with a word from us | |
| And won’t know that you’re | |
| Burning! Burning | |
| Burning! (There's no escaping The thing that is making It's home in your radio There's no escaping The thing that is making It's home in your radio) |
| Sit back, no song is written | |
| It' s nothing you thought of | |
| Yourself It' s just a ghost, came unbidden | |
| To this house | |
| This infection gets stronger every year | |
| This seed in the water of your tear | |
| There is no escaping it | |
| This seed in the water of your tear | |
| The way an unborn baby' s ear | |
| Unfolds in your belly | |
| This infection gets stronger every year | |
| This direction of a tear rolling down your cheek | |
| And there is no escaping it | |
| There is no escaping | |
| The thing that is making | |
| It' s home in your radio | |
| Bless this tiny alley we have fallen from tall buildings we have fallen through the air | |
| Into a garden sweetly smelling of the softest | |
| Sleeping flowers now they sit under the sidewalk | |
| Now they' re waiting for the shining of some future sun to show us | |
| All that is your beauty | |
| Oh and all that brings you pleasure | |
| I could sigh into your hide | |
| And say I hope | |
| I' m here forever | |
| But Black | |
| Sheep Boy with your lovers | |
| With your list of favorite pillows with your list of missing children | |
| With the wall where you drew windows | |
| Overlooking hidden gardens | |
| Cut apart by jagged mountains | |
| Climbing up into the air | |
| And crumbling down into a fountain | |
| Where the water waits forever | |
| Like a quiet distant treasure | |
| When you rise up to recover | |
| When you leave this tiny alley | |
| When you meet me in the garden | |
| With your horns all hung with cedar | |
| Every spirit brushing past me | |
| Brushing past them in the ether | |
| Scream all this is window dressing | |
| All you are is flimsy curtains | |
| Watch you flame up with a word from us | |
| And won' t know that you' re | |
| Burning! Burning | |
| Burning! There' s no escaping The thing that is making It' s home in your radio There' s no escaping The thing that is making It' s home in your radio |
| Sit back, no song is written | |
| It' s nothing you thought of | |
| Yourself It' s just a ghost, came unbidden | |
| To this house | |
| This infection gets stronger every year | |
| This seed in the water of your tear | |
| There is no escaping it | |
| This seed in the water of your tear | |
| The way an unborn baby' s ear | |
| Unfolds in your belly | |
| This infection gets stronger every year | |
| This direction of a tear rolling down your cheek | |
| And there is no escaping it | |
| There is no escaping | |
| The thing that is making | |
| It' s home in your radio | |
| Bless this tiny alley we have fallen from tall buildings we have fallen through the air | |
| Into a garden sweetly smelling of the softest | |
| Sleeping flowers now they sit under the sidewalk | |
| Now they' re waiting for the shining of some future sun to show us | |
| All that is your beauty | |
| Oh and all that brings you pleasure | |
| I could sigh into your hide | |
| And say I hope | |
| I' m here forever | |
| But Black | |
| Sheep Boy with your lovers | |
| With your list of favorite pillows with your list of missing children | |
| With the wall where you drew windows | |
| Overlooking hidden gardens | |
| Cut apart by jagged mountains | |
| Climbing up into the air | |
| And crumbling down into a fountain | |
| Where the water waits forever | |
| Like a quiet distant treasure | |
| When you rise up to recover | |
| When you leave this tiny alley | |
| When you meet me in the garden | |
| With your horns all hung with cedar | |
| Every spirit brushing past me | |
| Brushing past them in the ether | |
| Scream all this is window dressing | |
| All you are is flimsy curtains | |
| Watch you flame up with a word from us | |
| And won' t know that you' re | |
| Burning! Burning | |
| Burning! There' s no escaping The thing that is making It' s home in your radio There' s no escaping The thing that is making It' s home in your radio |
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