We Need A Myth by Okkervil River
We need a myth
We need an amethyst bridge
We need a high hanging cliff
Jump, fall and lift
We can make it
We need a myth
We need a path
Through the mist
Like in our beds
We were just kids
Like what was said by our parents
I guess
What we're after is just this
We need a myth
I feel my heart's like a fist
I want words spilling out
From the blessed lips
Of any prophet or goddess
I need a myth
Brought back to life by a kiss
Scrape away grey cement
Show me the world as it was again
In a myth
A red ribbon to reconnect
The lady's head to her neck
And to forget that her throat
Was ever slit
I guess
What we're after is just this
A myth
And I'm sick
Of all these picture books that try
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