National

I know on paper I seem appealing That's misleading It's misleading Got this cigarette I've been concealing I don't smoke it 'cause I know I'd die I just hold it in the fading light So anyone who passes might think that I'm more interesting than I am Must have left behind some autre band To make something far more revealing Like in a basic sense So live with me, won't you? Dreams, they could come true If panic and worry Are dreams that you would choose We'd spend our nights listening to The National That was special Even though your car was small You said your favourite song Was the one about death I said every single one's like that In fact there's literally nothing left You said bound to be hits the ceiling Now we are exactly where we are Between the greatest and the lost on Mars All I know is I need to see you Need to see you So live with me, won't you? Dreams, they could come true If panic and worry Are dreams that you would choose Erratic emotion Endless devotion Visible ageing Chronic impatience I'm working on