The National - American Mary

Give my jewels to the army, my silverware and jeans

Give my love to your family; tell them anything.

Give yourself to anyone; give yourself away

Don't be a nightingale for anyone's space to fill.

If I could, I'd be your star again

Fall across your falling sky...

It takes a lot of little rain to make you feel like nothing.

Anything, anything you can do, do to me for everything I did for you

Nothing.

I didn't try to take your love away

I just never knew I had it...

There is nothing you can say to ever make me want you

American

There is nothing you can say to ever make me leave you

American.

American Mary.

If you kiss me, kiss me with your silver eyes

Don't look at me like someone you don't recognize

I didn't try to do this.

Your arms around my shoulderblades

Are useless.

There is nothing you can say to ever make me want you

American

There is nothing you can say to ever make me leave you

American.

American Mary.

The National - Beautiful Head

You're walking taller than you should
The air is thin around your beautiful head
You're saying things with your mouth to me
That I don't recognize
You're aware of yourself lately

Redefining yourself
Designing yourself
You haven't looked at me forever
Got a diagram of your associations
A strategy
You're weighing your options

What would you trade me for?
You're measuring me lately
And I can tell
And I can tell I'm losing weight
You're measuring me lately
You're dressing me

Do not tell me I've changed
You're just raising your standards
Do not give me away
I am the same
I am the same

Have you found him?
Have you told him everything?
Does he say he feels bad about all this?
You've shown tenderness for me
Tenderness for me
To him

Do not tell me I've changed
You're just raising your standards
Do not give me away
I am the same
I am the same

The National - Son

And if you follow me son
The window wrap around you
Carry from the ground
You will never be alone

You wait one turn to sunlight
That's falling on a girl
You're still outside the world

She's reading books from empty women
They're givin beauty tips from empty hips

And how is the water of the rain
And how is the air of the wind
And how are the arms of your mother
She's holding you in

Watch them as they try to fly their kites inside their bedrooms
That were only built for drinking
Your thoughts they never lasted long when you were under the sky
Above it you can hold a thought forever

And how is the water of the rain
And how is the air of the wind
And how are the arms of your mother
She's holding you in

And how is the water of the rain
And how is the air of the wind
And how are the arms of your mother
She's holding you in

The National - The Perfect Song

Ten years older than I was
When I brought you down to see
What I thought would make you fall in love
Where an old canal would dream
"Someday, man, I'm gonna be no different than the other rivers."
I tried to look at you but I couldn't break the ice
We stood out there for an hour and were freezing
You put your hand around my back
I guess you thought I needed that

I never try to find you
I hope you don't remember me
But I hope you're not alone

You wanted me to take you home
You said you'd rather be alone
I never thought of that
The car was warm and we had wine
But I couldn't find the perfect song
Now I own furniture, a 401, and crow's feet
And I can't even remember the car
Sometimes I can feel your weight when I close my eyes
Seven times I was under you

I never try to find you
I hope you don't remember me
But I hope you're not alone
And I don't wanna know what you're thinking
I'm looking out the window
Just drinking and drinking and drinking

Shallow frame and shaky sticks but I know there's a river in me
Shallow-minded adult tricks but I know there's a river in me

I never try to find you
I hope you don't remember me
But I hope you're not alone
And I don't wanna know what you're thinking
I'm looking out the window
Just sitting there
Sitting down and fucking drinking

The National - Theory Of The Crows

Where crybabies cry
In the united states
Bright white on both sides
Like a plate
Nobody listens
Nobody should
It'd be a waste of attention

Not enough money
To buy a PC
So I come in this weekend
Asleep on my feet
And if I forget you
Ill have nobody left to forget
I guess thats what assholes get

Traded my day light
For a career

But I need you to disprove
My theory of the crows

Pouring my fingers across the keys
Will someone review my salary please?
Im selling my time to the man who sells style
That time should be mine to waste on you

Ill suck off investors
Ill suck off VCs

Im losing my posture from time on my knees
They treat me so well
Cause I'll do anything
Its in my nature of service

But ill need you to disprove
My theory of the crows

Kids of the wealthy are raised by the poor
You send daughters to los angelos and new york
I need mine to see me
When I wake up
I need mine to know
That im what they come to

When they come home