National

I know on paper I seem appealing

That's misleading

It's misleading

I Have 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

i do 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

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