Wasp Nest

Wasp Nest - The National

You're cussing a storm in a cocktail dress your mother wore

When she was young

Red sun saint around your neck

A wet martini in a paper cup

You're a wasp nest you're a wasp nest

Your eyes are broken bottles

And I'm afraid to ask

And all your wrath and cutting beauty

You're poison in the pretty glass

You're a wasp nest you're a wasp nest

You're all humming live wires under your killing clothes

Get over here

I wanna kiss your skinny throat

You're a wasp nest you're a wasp nest