The National - Rest Of Years Lyrics
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Rest Of Years
Rest Of Years Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Rest Of Years By The National?
I'm keeping you in mind
For the rest of years, for the rest of years In your watery eyes I'm gonna rest all day In your watery eyes I'm gonna rest all day In your watery eyes I'm gonna rest some day In your watery eyes Tell the saint I'm gonna be a little late Drawing lines around the river for the rest of years All in time, but you fade away from All in time, but you fade away from me They can't see what I can see Turned away from me I can turn everything around I can turn everything around They can't see what I can see Turned away from me I can turn everything around I can turn everything around I heard you in my sleep For the rest of years, for the rest of years So lonely, I'm trying to hear you So lonely, I'm trying to hear you So lonely, I'm trying to hear you So lonely, I'm All in time, but you fade away from All in time, but you fade away from me love They can't see what I can see Turned away from me I can turn everything around I can turn everything around They can't see what I can see Turned away from me I can turn everything around I can turn everything around They can't see what I can see Turned away from me I can turn everything around I can turn everything around All in time, but you fade away from All in time, but you fade away from All in time, but you fade away from me love |
Who Wrote Rest Of Years By The National?
Aaron B. Dessner, Matthew D. Berninger
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