paroles de chanson National - James Vincent McMorrow

I know on paper I seem appealing
That′s misleading
It's misleading
Got this 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
Must 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
Need to 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