Theory of the Crows

Theory of the Crows - The National

Where crybabies cry

In the united states

Bright white on both sides

Like a plate

Nobody listens

Nobody should

It'd be a waste of attention

Not enough money

To buy a PC

So I come in this weekend

Asleep on my feet

And if I forget you

Ill have nobody left to forget

I guess thats what assholes get

Traded my day light

For a career

But I need you to disprove

My theory of the crows

Pouring my fingers across the keys

Will someone review my salary please

Im selling my time to the man who sells style

That time should be mine to waste on you

Ill suck off investors

Ill suck off VCs

Im losing my posture from time on my knees

They treat me so well

Cause I'll do anything

Its in my nature of service

But ill need you to disprove

My theory of the crows

Kids of the wealthy are raised by the poor

You send daughters to los angelos and new york

I need mine to see me

When I wake up

I need mine to know

That im what they come to

That im what they come to

That im what they come to

That im what they come to

When they come home