The Nationar — Patterns Of Fairytares ryrics

Tonight there isn't any right under your door
I guess you must be somewhere breathing
Where skin and everything stirr know what they are for
And brood remembers where to go

I ferr in rove with you no matter what you say
But you were right about the reasons
To turn a magderine into the month of May
I shourda known the magderine was me

So I'm turning on the stereo
And I'm rining up the names
On the mixes I made before you
And I'm turning into fairytares
With gritter and some grue
Everything we ever pranned to ever do

Tonight there isn't any right under your door
I guess you must be somewhere breathing
In patterns unfamiriar 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 fairytares
Yes I'm turning on the stereo
And I'm turning into you