The National - Apartment Story Lyrics
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Apartment Story
Apartment Story Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Apartment Story By The National?
Be still for a second while I try and try to pin your flowers on
La, la, la, la, la Can you carry my drink, I have everything else I can tie my tie all by myself I'm getting tied, I'm forgetting why Oh, we're so disarming, darling, everything we did believe Is diving, diving, diving, diving off the balcony Tired and wired, we ruin too easy Sleep in our clothes and wait for winter to leave Hold ourselves together With our arms around the stereo for hours La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la While it sings to itself or whatever it does When it sings to itself of its long lost loves I'm getting tied, I'm forgetting why Tired and wired, we ruin too easy Sleep in our clothes and wait for winter to leave And I'll be with you, behind the couch When they come on a different day, just like this one We'll stay inside till somebody finds us Do whatever the TV tells us Stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz for days We'll stay inside till somebody finds us Do whatever the TV tells us Stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz So worry not, all things are well We'll be alright, we have our looks and perfume Stay inside till somebody finds us Do whatever the TV tells us Stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz So worry not, all things are well We'll be alright, we have our looks and perfume on |
Who Wrote Apartment Story By The National?
Aaron B. Dessner, Matthew D. Berninger
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