He Passes Number Thirty-Three Songtext
von Okkervil River

There′s no beast, obviously
The floor just creaks, obviously
The morning with coffee was snowy and sweet
And there was this small, snow-white dog
Who was barking at our feet, honestly
Honestly

Drove all day to the vacant beach
Grey mist hanging over the sea
Alleys clogged with magazines
And the boardwalk is empty
The house in the valley is open this week
Imagine the sea looking in
At the slowly moving sheets, honestly
Honestly

If you feel weak, leave it to me
If you need sleep, leave it to me
Need a walk on the beach, leave it to me
Leave it to me
Leave it to me


If you feel weak, leave it to me
If you need sleep, leave it to me
Need wool socks for your feet, leave it to me
A shoulder on which to sleep, leave it to me
An ear into which to weep, leave it to me
Leave it to me
Leave it

Leave it to me
To not speak (leave it to me)
When I pass you on the street (leave it to me)
To feel weak (leave it to me)
To run from your

To not speak (leave it to me)
When I pass you on the street (leave it to me)
To feel weak, I'll feel weak (leave it to me)
Number thirty-three (leave it to me)
Number thirty-three (leave it to me)

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