The National || Fake Empire
let’s not try to figure out everything at once
it’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
You used to tell me we’d turn in to something
You said ”Life is much better than this.”
Oh but the closest I come to perfection
Is when you turn around to steal a kiss.
Oh but you never trusted tomorrow.
Yeah baby, Is that any way to live your life?
You love the heart of my six string, honey
But it’s been out of tune for some time.
they say you get lost in complexion
and the structure of a well placed smile