1.Brainy
Lyricist：Matthew D. Berninger, Aaron B. Dessner
I've been draggin' around
From the end of your coat for two weeks, ahh
Everywhere you go is swirlin'
Everything you say has water under it, ahh
You know, I keep your fingerprints
In a pink folder in the middle of my table
You're the tall kingdom I surround
Think I'd better follow you around
You might need me more
Than you think you will
Come home in the car you love
Brainy, brainy, brainy
I've been draggin' around
From the end of your coat for two weeks, ahh
You keep changing your fancy, fancy mind
Every time I decide to let go
I was up all night again
Boning up and reading the American Dictionary
You'll never believe me, what I found
Think I'd better follow you around
You might need me more
Than you think you will
Come home in the car you love
Brainy, brainy, brainy
You might need me more
Than you think you will
Come home in the car you love
Brainy, brainy, brainy
2.Ada
Lyricist：Matthew D. Berninger, Aaron B. Dessner
Ada, don't talk about reasons
Why you don't want to talk about reasons
Why you don't wanna talk
Now that you got everybody you consider sharp
All alone, all together, all together in the dark
Leave it all up in the air
Leave it all up in the air
Leave it all up in the air
Ada, put the sounds of your house in a song
Try to be speechless for a minute
If you think you're gonna faint, go out in the hallway
Let them all have your neck
Ada, don't stay in the lake too long
It lives alone and it barely knows you
It'll have a nervous breakdown and fall
Into a thousand pieces around you
Stand inside an empty Tuxedo
With grapes in my mouth, waiting for Ada
Ada, hold onto yourself by the sleeves
I think everything counts a little more than we think
Leave it all up in the air
Leave it all up in the air
Leave it all up in the air, yeah
Ada, Ada, Ada
Ada, I can hear the sound of your laugh through the wall
Ada, don't talk about reasons
Why you don't want to talk about reasons
Why you don't wanna talk
Now that you got everybody you consider sharp
All alone, all together, all together in the dark
Leave it all up in the air
Leave it all up in the air
Leave it all up in the air
Ada, Ada, Ada
Ada, I can hear the sound of your laugh through the wall
Ada, Ada, Ada
Ada, I've been hoping you know your way around
3.Fake Empire
Lyricist：Matthew D Berninger, Bryce D Dessner
Stay out super late tonight
Picking apples, making pies
Put a little something in our lemonade
And take it with us
We're half awake in a fake empire
We're half awake in a fake empire
Tiptoe through our shiny city
With our diamond slippers on
Do our gay ballet on ice
Bluebirds on our shoulders
We're half awake in a fake empire
We're half awake in a fake empire
Turn the light out, say goodnight
No thinking for a little while
Let's not try to figure out everything at once
It's hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
We're half awake in a fake empire
We're half awake in a fake empire
4.Mistaken for Strangers
Lyricist：Matthew D. Berninger, Aaron B. Dessner, Bryce D. Dessner
You have to do it running
But you do everything that they ask you to
'Cause you don't mind seeing yourself in a picture
As long as you look faraway, as long as you look removed
Showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
Showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
When you pass them at night
Under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights
Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes, glazing under
Oh, you wouldn't want an angel watching over
Surprise, surprise, they wouldn't wanna watch
Another un-innocent, elegant fall
Into the un-magnificent lives of adults
Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
So you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves
So you swear, you just saw a feathery woman
Carry a blindfolded man through the trees
Showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
Showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
When you pass them at night
Under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights
Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes, glazing under
Oh, you wouldn't want an angel watching over
Surprise, surprise, they wouldn't wanna watch
Another un-innocent, elegant fall
Into the un-magnificent lives of adults
You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
When you pass them at night
Under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights
Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes, glazing under
Oh, you wouldn't want an angel watching over
Surprise, surprise, they wouldn't wanna watch
Another un-innocent, elegant fall
Into the un-magnificent lives of adults
5.Squalor Victoria
Lyricist：Matthew D. Berninger, Bryce D. Dessner
Underline everything
I'm a professional in my beloved white shirt
Underline everything
I'm a professional in my beloved white shirt
I'm going down among the saints
Raise our heavenly glasses to the heavens
Squalor Victoria! Squalor Victoria!
Raise our heavenly glasses to the heavens
Squalor Victoria! Squalor Victoria!
Out of my league, I have birds in my sleeves
And I wanna rush in with the fools
Out of my league, I have birds in my sleeves
And I wanna rush in with the fools
Raise our heavenly glasses to the heavens
Squalor Victoria! Squalor Victoria!
Raise our heavenly glasses to the heavens
Squalor Victoria! Squalor Victoria!
I'm going down among the saints
3：30 in the last night for you to save this
You're zoning out, zoning out, zoning out, zoning out
3：30 in the last night for you to save this
You're zoning out, zoning out, zoning out, zoning out
This isn't working, you, my middlebrow fuck up
6.Green Gloves
Lyricist：Matthew D Berninger, Aaron B Dessner
Falling out of touch with all
My friends are somewhere, getting wasted
Hope they're staying glued together
I have arms for them
Take another sip of them
It floats around and takes me over
Like a little drop of ink
In a glass of water
Get inside their clothes with my green gloves
Watch their videos in their chairs
Get inside their beds with my green gloves
Get inside their heads, love their loves
Cinderella through the room
I glide and swan
'Cause I'm the best slow dancer
In the universe
Falling out of touch with all
My friends are somewhere, getting wasted
Hope they're staying glued together
I have arms for them
Get inside their clothes with my green gloves
Watch their videos in their chairs
Get inside their beds with my green gloves
Get inside their heads, love their loves
Now I hardly know them
And I'll take my time
I'll carry them over
And I'll make them mine
Get inside their clothes with my green gloves
Watch their videos in their chairs
Get inside their beds with my green gloves
Get inside their heads, love their loves
7.Slow Show
Lyricist：Matthew D. Berninger, Aaron B. Dessner, Bryce D. Dessner
Standing at the punch table swallowing punch
Can't pay attention to the sound of anyone
A little more scared, a little more stupid
Every minute more unprepared
I made a mistake in my life today
Everything I love gets lost in drawers
I wanna start over, I wanna be winning
Way out of sync from the beginning
It's easier than this, it's easier than this
Everything you say has water under it
Somebody bring me the head of a love song
Somebody bring me the head of a lie
Wanna be a blank slate, wanna wear a white cape
Wanna tackle young girls off their beautiful boyfriends
Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous
And not thinking of my dick？
My leg turns to sparkles, my leg turns to pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
You could drive a car through my head in five minutes
From one side of it to the other
So c'mon now don't make me cry
Everything you say has water under it
It's easier than this, it's easier than this
Everything you say has water under it
Gonna bring me the head of a love song
Gonna bring me the head of a love song
Wanna be a blank slate, wanna wear a white cape
Wanna tackle young girls off their beautiful boyfriends
Gonna bring me the head of a love song
Gonna bring me the head of a love song
Gonna be a blank slate, gonna wear a white cape
Don't overdo it, knock her down
Don't overdo it, knock her down
Don't overdo it, knock her down
Don't overdo it, knock her down
Don't overdo it
8.Start a War
Lyricist：Matthew D. Berninger, Aaron B. Dessner
We expected something, something better than before
We expected something more
Do you really think you can just put it in a safe
Behind a painting, lock it up and leave？
Do you really think you can just put it in a safe
Behind a painting, lock it up and leave？
Walk away now and you're gonna start a war
Whatever went away, I'll get it over now
I'll get money, I'll get funny again
Whatever went away, I'll get it over now
I'll get money, I'll get funny again
Walk away now and you're gonna start a war
We expected something, something better than before
We expected something more
You were always weird but I never had to hold you
By the edges, like I do now
We were always weird but I never had to hold you
By the edges, like I do now
Walk away now and you're gonna start a war
Whatever went away, I'll get it over now
I'll get money, I'll get funny again
Whatever went away, I'll get it over now
I'll get money, I'll get funny again
Walk away now and you're gonna start a war
Walk away now and you're gonna start a war
9.Guest Room
Lyricist：Matthew D. Berninger, Bryce D. Dessner
They're gonna send us to prison for jerks
For having vague ideas of the way to turn each other on again
They're gonna send us to prison for jerks
They'll find us here, here, here in the guest room
Where we throw money at each other and cry, oh my
We miss being ruffians, going wild and bright
In the corners of front yards, getting in and out of cars
We miss being deviants
They'll find us here, here, here in the guest room
Where we throw money at each other and cry, oh my
We can't stay here
We're starting to stay the same
We can't stay here
We can't stay this way
Just tie your woman to your wrist
Give her room to tie the other
They'll find us here, here, here in the guest room
Where we throw money at each other and cry, oh my
10.Racing Like a Pro
Lyricist：Matthew D. Berninger, Aaron B. Dessner, Bryce D. Dessner
You're pink, you're young, you're middle-class
They say it doesn't matter
Fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands
You're shooting up the ladder
Your mind is racing like a pro now
Oh my God, it doesn't mean a lot to you
One time, you were a glowing young ruffian
Oh my God, it was a million years ago
Sometimes you get up and bake a cake or something
Sometimes you stay in bed
Sometimes you go, la, di, da, di, da, di, da, da
Till your eyes roll back into your head
Your mind is racing like a pro now
Oh my God, it doesn't mean a lot to you
One time, you were a glowing young ruffian
Oh my God, it was a million years ago
You're dumbstruck, baby
You're dumbstruck, baby, now you know
You're dumbstruck, baby
You're dumbstruck, baby, now you know
Your mind is racing like a pro now
Oh my God, it doesn't mean a lot to you
One time, you were a glowing young ruffian
Oh my God, it was a million years ago
You're dumbstruck, baby
You're dumbstruck, baby, now you know
You're dumbstruck, baby
You're dumbstruck, baby, now you know
You're dumbstruck, baby
11.Gospel
Lyricist：Matthew D. Berninger, Aaron B. Dessner
I got two armfuls of magazines for you, I'll bring 'em over
So hang your holiday rainbow lights in the garden
Hang your holiday rainbow lights in the garden
And I'll, I'll bring a nice icy drink to you
Let me come over, I can waste your time, I'm bored
Invite me to the war, every night of the summer
And we'll play G.I. blood, G.I. blood
We'll stand by the pool, we'll throw out our golden arms
Darlin', can you tie my string？ Killers are callin' on me
My angel face is fallin', feathers are fallin' on my feet
Darlin', can you tie my string？ Killers are callin' on me
Stay near your, stay near your television, set it up outside
And hang your holiday rainbow lights in the garden
Hang your holiday rainbow lights in the garden
And I'll, I'll bring a nice icy drink to you
Let me come over, I can waste your time, I'm bored
Invite me to the war, every night of the summer
And we'll play G.I. blood, G.I. blood
We'll stand by the pool, we'll through out our golden arms
Darlin', can you tie my string？ Killers are callin' on me
My angel face is fallin', feathers are fallin' on my feet
My angel face is fallin', feathers are fallin' on my feet
Darlin', can you tie my string？ Killers are callin' on me
Darlin', can you tie my string？ Killers are callin' on me
12.Santa Clara
Lyricist：Matthew D. Berninger, Aaron B. Dessner
I don't worry anymore, nothing like I did before
I don't worry, I just watch them rolling back
I don't worry anymore
'Cause it's alright, alright to see a ghost
And I wanna see 'em go down in the river where they go
And I wanna see 'em rolling, rolling back
And I wanna see 'em go 'cause it's alright, alright to see a
ghost
I'm gonna run to the river, kiss my hand and wave
Gonna run to the river, gonna throw a blue bouquet
'Cause they're gonna be cool, happy, genius heroes
I'm gonna miss 'em so much
I will settle in and dream of a slow and funny scene
I will settle in and watch 'em rolling by
I will settle in and dream
'Cause it's alright, alright to see a ghost
And I wanna see 'em go down in the river where they go
And I wanna see 'em rolling, rolling by
I'm gonna run to the river, kiss my hand and wave
Gonna run to the river, gonna throw a blue bouquet
'Cause they're gonna be cool, happy, genius heroes
I'm gonna miss them so much
I'm gonna run to the river, kiss my hand and wave
Gonna run to the river, gonna send 'em on their way
'Cause they're gonna be cool, happy, genius heroes
I'm gonna miss them so much
Yeah, they're gonna be cool, happy, genius heroes
I'm gonna miss 'em so much
13.Blank Slate
Lyricist：Matthew D. Berninger, Aaron B. Dessner, Scott D. Devendorf
I was home entertaining guests
When I fell off the chair and cracked open my head
Bees flew out and they flew up their skirts
'Cause they wanted to travel the world
I was home entertaining guests
When I fell off the chair and cracked open my head
Bees flew out and they flew up their skirts
'Cause they wanted to travel the world
But I keep it upstairs
Keep it upstairs for the grand finale
I keep it upstairs
Gonna be a blank slate
Gonna wear a white cape
But I keep it upstairs
Gonna jump out of a cake
With my heart on a string
Keep it upstairs, keep it upstairs, keep it upstairs
I go out looking in parked cars
For somebody famous to kidnap and love
Beat off the army with a tennis racket
I go out looking in parked cars
For somebody famous to kidnap and love
Beat off the army with a tennis racket
That's my whole plan
But I keep it upstairs
Keep it upstairs for the grand finale
I keep it upstairs
Gonna be a blank slate
Gonna wear a white cape
But I keep it upstairs
Gonna tackle young girls
Off their beautiful bikes
But I keep it upstairs, keep it upstairs, keep it upstairs
Oh no, I thought I'd be by now
My head is a buzzing three-star hotel
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no no, no
But I keep it upstairs
Keep it upstairs for the grand finale
I keep it upstairs
Gonna be a blank slate
Gonna wear a white cape
But I keep it upstairs
Gonna jump out of a cake
With my heart on a string
Keep it upstairs, keep it upstairs, keep it upstairs
Oh no, I thought I'd be by now
My head is a buzzing three-star hotel
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no no, no, no, no
Oh no, I thought I'd be by now
My head is a buzzing three-star hotel
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no no, no, no, no
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