Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Guitarra elétrica
Matt Berninger
Matt Berninger
Vocais
Ben Lanz
Ben Lanz
Trombone
Bryan Devendorf
Bryan Devendorf
Bateria
Bryce Dessner
Bryce Dessner
Guitarra elétrica
James McAlister
James McAlister
Sintetizador
Kyle Resnick
Kyle Resnick
Vocais
Mina Tindle
Mina Tindle
Vocais
Thomas Bartlett
Thomas Bartlett
Sintetizador
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Composição
Matt Berninger
Matt Berninger
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
The National
The National
Produção
Bella Blasko
Bella Blasko
Engenharia (gravação)
Ben Lanz
Ben Lanz
Engenharia
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Engenharia (masterização)
James McAlister
James McAlister
Produção (adicional)
Jonathan Low
Jonathan Low
Engenharia (mixagem)
Mina Tindle
Mina Tindle
Engenharia
Sean O’brien
Engenharia adicional
Thomas Bartlett
Thomas Bartlett
Engenharia
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

How you tapped on a box of blue American Spirits
At Anyway Cafe a little under a month
Before the ashes and management capital files filled the streets
How we wove through the cones walking home
To the place on Atlantic you shared with your hilarious sister
Kicking off your black flats, demolished and laughing
I keep what I can of you
Split-second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
When you rescued me from the customs cops in Hawaii
When I shut down the place with my Japanese novelty bomb
And your dad came along
How you had me lay down for a temperature check
With the cool of your hand on the back of my neck
When I said, "I think I'm finally going crazy for real"
I keep what I can of you
Split-second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
I flicker through
I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket
You in a Kentucky aquarium
Talking to a shark in a corner
You in a bath on the phone
Telling somebody that maybe they're better off leaving
Than staying in it alone
You in a bath on the phone
Telling somebody that maybe they're better off leaving
Than staying in it alone
When you cried at the beach and recovered in seconds
And said everything's fine, but I knew that it wasn't
Then you stayed out of reach of me for almost a year
How you looked like a poster of a '70s movie
Standing outside at the base of your magazine skyscraper
Waiting for me to go drinking downtown
I keep what I can of you
Split-second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
I flicker through
I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket
You in a Kentucky aquarium
Talking to a shark in a corner
I keep what I can of you
Split-second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
I flicker through
I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket
You in a Kentucky aquarium
Talking to a shark in a corner
Written by: Aaron Dessner, Matt Berninger
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