Becky I Keep Singing This Song

You're under another night

And you drank too much of that rye

You're riding your bike

And you're tearing a left at the lights

You can smell that the summer is done

And the winter hangs over us all

You'll go to work when the morning has come

But now there's nothing but stars

Pull me out of my, pull me out of my body

And into the black

The one feeling you wanted, you want it,

Is the one thing you're holding back

Now no one could call you weak

You've been as stoic and strong as could be

But nothing is simple or straight

And you drank till they turned you away

There's so much to take in, so much to taste

Even shadows and edges all explode in your face

But then remember a fall night

With the moon as big as your mind

Becky, i keep having this dream

In the night where it seems i can fly

But only when no one's around

When the people appear i come plummeting down

Jung, carl, tell me, what can that mean?

I swear i'm not scared, i'm just happy to be here

How can you tell me that these beautiful things

Are holding me back before i even begin?

Becky, i keep having this thought

That you don't even exist and i just made you up

Cause it's a sin to be alone in your prime

On the grass with a stain on your pants from your bike

Young carl, tell me, what can it mean?

I swear i'm not sad i'm just lucky to be here

How can you tell me that these beautiful things

Are holding me back before i even begin...

To pull me out of my, pull me out of my body

And into the black

The one feeling you wanted, you want it,

Is the one thing you're holding back

Pull me out of it, pull me out of it

And into the black-black-black

Pull me out of it and into a fall night

Where you're falling off of your bike