1.Lit Up
Lyricist：Matthew Berninger, Aaron Brooking Dessner
My bodyguard shows her revolver to anyone who asks
And yeah, she comes to attention when you come up to me too fast
For a little while you'll be here, the only good part of me
For a little while you'll be here
So lit up, lit up, lit up alright
I try to untie Manhattan
Lit up, lit up, lit up alright
I try to untie
You wear skirt like a flag
And everything surrounds you, and it doesn't fade
Nothing like this sound I make that only lasts the season
And only heard by bedroom kids who buy for that reason
'Cause you're the low life of the party, bad blood
Bad blood for everybody, I'm in control and I believe
So lit up, lit up, lit up alright
I try to untie Manhattan
Lit up, lit up, lit up alright
I try to untie from your bad blood
From your bad blood
'Cause you're the low life of the party, bad blood
Bad blood for everybody, I'm in control and I believe
So lit up, lit up, lit up, lit up alright
I try to untie Manhattan
Lit up, lit up, lit up, lit up alright
I try to untie
2.Abel
Lyricist：Matthew Berninger, Aaron Brooking Dessner
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
Abel, come on, give me the keys, man
Everything has all gone down wrong
Abel, come on, give me the keys, man
Everything has all gone down wrong
I see water on the bridge
Well, you better hold my hand through this
Turn around, turn around, take me back
I can't calm down
Turn around, turn around, take me back
I can't calm down
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
Abel, come on, give me a reason
I am not as bright as I could be
Abel, come on, take me with you
Everything has all gone down wrong
You turn me good and god-fearing
Well, tell me what am I supposed to do with that
I'm missing something
Yeah, I'm missing something
My mind's gone loose inside its shell
My mind's gone loose inside the shell
Well, I'm missing something
Yeah, I'm missing something
Abel, my mind's gone loose inside the shell
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
3.The Geese Of Beverly Road
Lyricist：Matthew Donald Berninger, Aaron Brooking Dessner, Scott D
Devendorf
We'll take ourselves out in the street
And wear the blood in our cheeks like red roses
We'll go from car to sleeping car and whisper in their sleeping
ears
We were here, we were here, we'll set off the geese of Beverly
road
Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome, totally genius
Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome
We won't be disappointed
We'll fight like girls for our place at the table
Our room on the floor
We'll set off the geese of Beverly road
Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome, totally genius
Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome
We're the heirs to the glimmering world
We're the heirs to the glimmering world
We're the heirs to the glimmering world
We're the heirs to the glimmering world
We're drunk and sparking, our legs are open
Our hands are covered in cake
But I swear we didn't have any
I swear we didn't have any
Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome, totally genius
Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome
We're the heirs to the glimmering world
We're the heirs to the glimmering world
We're the heirs to the glimmering world
We're the heirs to the glimmering world
Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
Serve me the sky tonight
Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
Serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon
We're the heirs to the glimmering world
We're the heirs to the glimmering world
We're the heirs to the glimmering world
We're the heirs to the glimmering world
Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
Serve me the sky tonight
Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
Serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon
4.Friend Of Mine
Lyricist：Matthew Donald Berninger, Aaron Brooking Dessner
Hey, where the hell are you？
You don't call me back, John
Won't you come here and stay with me？
Why don't you come here and stay with me？
Hey, where the hell are you？
You don't call me back, John
Won't you come here and stay with me？
Why don't you come here and stay with me？
Show up here loaded with bells on your toes
I don't care what you're into
I'll put velvet ropes around you
If that's what you need
Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon
Oh, you gotta get out and get back to me
John, you gotta get out and get back to me
Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon
Oh, you gotta get out and get back to me
Take his limousine, you gotta get back to me
I'm getting nervous
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
No sign of a friend of mine
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Red hair and blue eyes
I'm getting nervous
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
No sign of a friend of mine
I was in a train under a river when I remembered what
What I wanted to tell you, man
What I wanted to tell you, man
I got two sets of headphones, I miss you like hell
Won't you come here and stay with me
Why don't you come here and stay with me
I'm getting nervous
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
No sign of a friend of mine
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Red hair and blue eyes
I'm getting nervous
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
No sign of a friend of mine
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon
Oh, you gotta get out and get back to me
Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon
John, you gotta get out and get back to me
Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon
Fake a heart attack, you gotta get back to me
Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon
John, you gotta get out and get back to me
5.Looking For Astronauts
Lyricist：Matthew Donald Berninger, Aaron Brooking Dessner
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
It's a little too late, too late, too late for this
Isn't it a little too late for this？
Little too late, too late for this
Isn't it a little too late for this？
You know you have a permanent piece
Of my medium-sized American heart
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
Are we gone？
Come on yeah, we know we're gone
Bye bye bye
Bye bye bye, we know we're gone
Take all your reasons and take them away
To the middle of nowhere, and on your way home
Throw from your window
Your record collection
They all run together and never make sense
But that's how we like it, and that's all we want
Something to cry for
And something to hunt
Are we gone？
Come on yeah, we know we're gone
Bye bye bye
Bye bye bye, we know we're gone
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
We're out looking for astronauts
Looking for astronauts
It's a little too late, too late, too late for this
Isn't it a little too late for this？
Little too late, too late for this
Isn't it a little too late for this？
You know you have a permanent piece
Of my medium-sized American heart
So don't wear the watch
When you're out with the cunts
You can break what you have
But the rest of it's mine
Take all your reasons and take them away
To the middle of nowhere, and on your way home
Throw from your window
Your record collection
They all run together and never make sense
But that's how we like it, and that's all we want
Something to cry for
And something to hunt
6.Baby, We'll Be Fine
Lyricist：Matthew D. Berninger, Aaron B. Dessner
All night I lay on my pillow and pray
For my boss to stop me in the hallway
Lay my head on his shoulder and say
'Son, I've been hearing good things'
I wake up without warning
And go flying around the house
In my sauvignon fierce, freaking out
Take a forty-five minute shower and kiss the mirror
Say, look at me
Baby, we'll be fine
All we gotta do is be brave and be kind
I put on an argyle sweater and put on a smile
I don't know how to do this
I'm so sorry for everything
I'm so sorry for everything
I'm so sorry for everything
I'm so sorry for everything
Baby, come over, I need entertaining
I had a stilted pretending day
Lay me down and say something pretty
Lay me back down where I want to stay
Just say something perfect, something I can steal
Say, look at me
Baby, we'll be fine
All we've gotta do is be brave and be kind
Pull off your jeans, and you spill jack and coke in my collar
I melt like a witch and scream
I'm so sorry for everything
I'm so sorry for everything
I'm so sorry for everything
I'm so sorry for everything
I'm so sorry for everything
I'm so sorry for everything
I'm so sorry for everything
I'm so sorry for everything
7.Karen
Lyricist：Matthew Berninger, Bryce Dessner
Karen, I'm not taking sides, I don't think I'll ever do that
again
I'll end up winning and I won't know why
I'm really trying to shine here, I'm really trying
You're changing clothes and closing windows on me all the time
Well, whatever you do, listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn't go out alone into America
Whatever you do, listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn't go out alone
Karen, we should call your father, maybe it's just a phase
He'll know the trick to get a wayward soul to change his ways
It's a common fetish for a doting man
To ballerina on the coffee table cock in hand
Well, whatever you do, listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn't go out alone into America
Whatever you do, listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn't go out alone
Without warm water in my head
All I see is black and white and red
I feel mechanical and thin
Hear me play my violin again
I'm living in the target's shoes
All I see is black and white and blue
Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest
Protect the title
Karen, put me in a chair, fuck me and make me a drink
I've lost direction, and I'm past my peak
I'm telling you this isn't me, no, this isn't me
Karen, believe me, you just haven't seen my good side yet
Well, whatever you do, listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn't go out alone into America
Whatever you do, listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn't go out alone
Without warm water in my head
All I see is black and white and red
I feel mechanical and thin
Hear me play my violin again
I'm living in the target's shoes
All I see is black and white and blue
Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest
Protect the title
I must be me, I'm in my head
Black birds are circling my bed
I must be me, I must be me
Black feathers are falling on my feet
Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest
Protect the title
Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest
Protect the title
8.Secret Meeting
Lyricist：Matthew Berninger, Aaron Brooking Dessner, Scott David
Devendorf
I think this place is full of spies, I think they're onto me
Didn't anybody, didn't anybody tell you
Didn't anybody tell you how to gracefully disappear in a room
I know you put in the hours
To keep me in sunglasses, I know
And so and now I'm sorry I missed you
I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain
It went the dull and wicked ordinary way
It went the dull and wicked ordinary way
And now I'm sorry I missed you
I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain
I think this place is full of spies, I think I'm ruined
Didn't anybody, didn't anybody tell you
Didn't anybody tell you, this river's full of lost sharks
I know you put in the hours
To keep me in sunglasses, I know
And so and now I'm sorry I missed you
I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain
It went the dull and wicked ordinary way
It went the dull and wicked ordinary way
And now I'm sorry I missed you
I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain
And now I'm sorry I missed you
I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain
It went the dull and wicked ordinary way
It went the dull and wicked ordinary way
It went the dull and wicked ordinary way
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9.City Middle
Lyricist：Matthew Berninger, Bryce Dessner
Karen, take me to the nearest famous city middle
Where they hang the lights
Where it's random and it's common versus common, la, la, la
Karen, take me to the nearest famous city middle
Where they hang the lights
Where it's random and it's common versus common, la, la, la
I got five hundred in twenties and I've got a ton o' great ideas
I'm really worked up
I'm on a good mixture, I don't wanna waste it
I'm on a good mixture, I do not wanna waste it
I wanna go gator around the warm beds of beginners
I'm really worked up
Karen, take me to the nearest famous city middle
Where they hang the lights
Where it's random and it's common versus common, la, la, la
Karen, take me to the nearest famous city middle
Where they hang the lights
Where it's random and it's common versus common, la, la, la
I have weird memories of you wearing long red socks and red
shoes
I have weird memories
I have weird memories of you pissin' in a sink, I think
I have weird memories of you
I wanna go gator around the warm beds of beginners
I'm really worked up
I wanna go gator around the warm beds of beginners
I'm really worked up
Karen, take me to the nearest famous city middle
Where they hang the lights
Where it's random and it's common versus common, la, la, la
Karen, take me to the nearest famous city middle
Where they hang the lights
Where it's random and it's common versus common, la, la, la
I have weird memories of you wearing long red socks and red
shoes
I have weird memories
I have weird memories of you pissin' in a sink, I think
I have weird memories of you
Parking your car, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You were thinking out loud, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You were parking your car, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You were thinking out loud, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You said, I think I'm like Tennessee Williams
I wait for the click, I wait but it doesn't kick in
I think I'm like Tennesse Williams
I wait for the click, I wait but it doesn't kick in
I have weird memories of you wearing long red socks and red
shoes
I have weird memories
I have weird memories of you pissin' in a sink, I think
I have weird memories of you
I have weird memories of you
10.Daughters Of The Soho Riots
Lyricist：Matthew Berninger, Bryce Dessner, Scott David Devendorf
I have your good clothes in the car
So cut your hair so no one knows
I have your dreams and your teeth marks
And all my fingernails are painted
I'm here to take you now
You were right about the end
It didn't make a difference
Everything I can remember, I remember wrong
How can anybody know
How they got to be this way？
You must have known
I'd do this someday
Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love
Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love
I don't have any questions
I don't think it's gonna rain
You were right about the end
It didn't make a difference
I'm here to take you now
Out among the missing sons and daughters of the Soho riots
Out among the missing sons and daughters of the Soho riots
I'm here to take you now
How can anybody know
How they got to be this way？
You must have known
I'd do this someday
Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love
Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love
Break my arms around the one I love
11.Mr. November
Lyricist：Matthew Berninger, Aaron Brooking Dessner
This is nothing like it was in my room in my best clothes
Trying to think of you
This is nothing like it was in my room in my best clothes
The English are waiting and I don't know what to do in my best
clothes
This is when I need you
The English are waiting and I don't know what to do in my best
clothes
I'm the new blue blood
I'm the great white hope
I'm the new blue blood
I won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November
I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over
I won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November
I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over
I wish that I believed in fate, I wish I didn't sleep so late
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders
I'm the new blue blood
I'm the great white hope
I'm the new blue blood
I won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November
I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over
Won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November
I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over
I won't fuck us over, I won't fuck us over
I won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November
I wish that I believed in fate, I wish I didn't sleep so late
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders
I'm the new blue blood
I'm the great white hope
I'm the new blue blood
I won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November
I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over
12.Val Jester
Lyricist：Matthew Berninger, Bryce Dessner
Build a fire for Val Jester
Build a room for your love
Take your time when you tell her
How she lives in your blood
You should've looked after her better
You should've looked after her more
You should've locked the door
Fill her coat with weapons and help her get it on
'Cause one day when she goes, she's gone
You should've held on to her better
You should've held on to her more
You should've locked the door
All the most important people in New York are nineteen
All the most important people in New York
All the most important people in New York are nineteen
All the most important people in New York
13.All the Wine
I'm put together beautifully, big wet bottle in my fists, big
wet rose in my teeth
I'm a perfect piece of ass like every Californian
So tall I take over the street with high-beams shining on my
back
A wingspan unbelievable, I'm a festival, I'm a parade
And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me
I'm a birthday candle in a circle of black girls
God is on my side 'cause I'm the child bride
I'm so sorry but the motorcade will have to go around me this
time
'Cause God is on my side and I'm the child bride
And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me
I carry the dollhouse safe on my shoulders
Through the black city, nightlights are on in the corners
And everyone's sleeping upstairs
All safe and sound
All safe and sound
I won't let the psychos around
All safe and sound
I won't let the psychos around
I'm in a state, I'm in a state
Nothing can touch us, my love
I'm in a state, I'm in a state
Nothing can touch us, my love
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