Last Love Song For Now - Okkervil River

Take my sword from the slaughter

Melt it down into vapor, and my armor, too

I hear hot blood flap and flutter

From your temple to shoulder

And all through you

When you hold on to me it isn’t easy

When you hold on to me isn’t fair

But when there’s no key you find me there

I’m turning white, I’m leaves of paper

Turn my hands from this labor and lift me through

When you hold onto me it isn’t easy

But you should hold on to me

It isn’t fair, but when there’s no key you find me there

And kids get lost, lambs out wandering

And bigger, blacker things come calling

From outside a tiny garden

Somebody once laid their hearts on

And kids get lost, and kids get broken

And their diaries get found and opened

And their legs get led astray

And then they lie inside some secret place

Where the sun looks in the open ceiling

And kids grow up, and kids stop feeling

Kids, and feel adults, and face away

But in last love dreams

The lost and passed out of this world are softly sighing

They’re trying to decide if they should leave the things that keep them crying

And some will rise and keep on living with open eyes, with minds forgiven

The river’s flowing is arrested

And resumed after they’ve blessed it

Over and over and over, and over and

Over and over, and over again

(It's over)