Patterns Of Fairytales — The National

Tonight there isn't any light under your door I guess you must be somewhere breathing where skin and everything still know what they are for and blood remembers where to go

I fell in love with you no matter what you say but you were right about the reasons to turn a magdeline into the month of May I shoulda known the magdeline was me

so I'm turning on the stereo and I'm lining up the names on the mixes I made before you and I'm turning into fairytales with glitter and some glue everything we ever planned to ever do

tonight there isn't any light under your door I guess you must be somewhere breathing in patterns unfamiliar to the one you're underneath I pinned those patterns in my coat

so I'm turning on the stereo and I'm turning into fairytales yes I'm turning on the stereo and I'm turning into you