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