How you tapped on a box of blue American Spirits
At Anyway Cafe a little under a month
Before the ashes and management capital files filled the streets
How we wove through the cones walking home
To the place on Atlantic you shared with your hilarious sister
Kicking off your black flats, demolished and laughing
I keep what I can of you
Split second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
When you rescued me from the customs cops in Hawaii
When I shut down the place with my Japanese novelty bomb
And your dad came along
How you had me lay down for a temperature check
With the cool of your hand on the back of my neck
When I said "I think I'm finally going crazy for real"
I keep what I can of you
Split second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
I flicker through
I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket
You in a Kentucky aquarium
Talking to a shark in a corner
You in the bath on the phone
Telling somebody that maybe they're better off leaving
Than staying in it alone
You in the bath on the phone
Telling somebody that maybe they're better off leaving
Than staying in it alone
When you cried at the beach and recovered in seconds
And said everything's fine but I knew that it wasn't
Then you stayed out of reach of me for almost a year
How you looked like a poster of a 70's movie
Standing outside at the base of your magazine skyscraper
Waiting for me to go drinking downtown
I keep what I can of you
Split second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
I flicker through
I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket
You in a Kentucky aquarium
Talking to a shark in a corner
I keep what I can of you
Split second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
I flicker through
I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket
You in a Kentucky aquarium
Talking to a shark in a corner
The National - New Order T-Shirt Lyrics
The National - New Order T-Shirt Lyrics
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How you tapped on a box of blue American Spirits
At Anyway Cafe a little under a month
Before the ashes and management capital files filled the streets
How we wove through the cones walking home
To the place on Atlantic you shared with your hilarious sister
Kicking off your black flats, demolished and laughing
I keep what I can of you
Split second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
When you rescued me from the customs cops in Hawaii
When I shut down the place with my Japanese novelty bomb
And your dad came along
How you had me lay down for a temperature check
With the cool of your hand on the back of my neck
When I said "I think I'm finally going crazy for real"
I keep what I can of you
Split second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
I flicker through
I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket
You in a Kentucky aquarium
Talking to a shark in a corner
You in the bath on the phone
Telling somebody that maybe they're better off leaving
Than staying in it alone
You in the bath on the phone
Telling somebody that maybe they're better off leaving
Than staying in it alone
When you cried at the beach and recovered in seconds
And said everything's fine but I knew that it wasn't
Then you stayed out of reach of me for almost a year
How you looked like a poster of a 70's movie
Standing outside at the base of your magazine skyscraper
Waiting for me to go drinking downtown
I keep what I can of you
Split second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
I flicker through
I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket
You in a Kentucky aquarium
Talking to a shark in a corner
I keep what I can of you
Split second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
I flicker through
I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket
You in a Kentucky aquarium
Talking to a shark in a corner
At Anyway Cafe a little under a month
Before the ashes and management capital files filled the streets
How we wove through the cones walking home
To the place on Atlantic you shared with your hilarious sister
Kicking off your black flats, demolished and laughing
I keep what I can of you
Split second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
When you rescued me from the customs cops in Hawaii
When I shut down the place with my Japanese novelty bomb
And your dad came along
How you had me lay down for a temperature check
With the cool of your hand on the back of my neck
When I said "I think I'm finally going crazy for real"
I keep what I can of you
Split second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
I flicker through
I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket
You in a Kentucky aquarium
Talking to a shark in a corner
You in the bath on the phone
Telling somebody that maybe they're better off leaving
Than staying in it alone
You in the bath on the phone
Telling somebody that maybe they're better off leaving
Than staying in it alone
When you cried at the beach and recovered in seconds
And said everything's fine but I knew that it wasn't
Then you stayed out of reach of me for almost a year
How you looked like a poster of a 70's movie
Standing outside at the base of your magazine skyscraper
Waiting for me to go drinking downtown
I keep what I can of you
Split second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
I flicker through
I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket
You in a Kentucky aquarium
Talking to a shark in a corner
I keep what I can of you
Split second glimpses and snapshots and sounds
You in my New Order t-shirt
Holding a cat and a glass of beer
I flicker through
I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket
You in a Kentucky aquarium
Talking to a shark in a corner
Writer: Aaron Brooking Dessner, Matthew Donald Berninger
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing