I was coming back from what seemed like a ruin

 

It wasn't like a rain it was more like a sea

I didn't ask for this pain it just came over me
I love a storm, but I don't love lightning
All the waters coming up so fast it’s frightening

We were so out of our minds

Oh, don't tell anyone I'm here
I've got Tylenol and beer

Sorrow's a girl inside my cake

I live in a city Sorrow built
It's in my honey, it's in my milk


Whatever that thing is which a group needs to stand out, The National definitely have IT. Seems to be, at a glance it all sounds the same and appears almost boring. But having listened to them a few times around, they have become haunting, showing up inside my head at unexpected times. Go get wise!

Shooting up the ladder

You're pink you're young you'e middle-class
they say it doesn't matter
fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands
you're shooting up the ladder

Stay out super late tonight

Stay out super late tonight
Picking apples, making pies
Put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
We're half awake in a fake empire