Patterns of Fairytales (The National)

Tonight there isn't any light under your door I guess you must be somewhere breathing Where skin and everything still know what they are for And blood remembers where to go I fell in love with you no matter what you say But you were right about the reasons To turn a magdeline into the month of May I shoulda known the magdeline was me So I'm turning on the stereo And I'm lining up the names On the mixes I made before you And I'm turning into fairytales With glitter and some glue Everything we ever planned to ever do Tonight there isn't any light under your door I guess you must be somewhere breathing In patterns unfamiliar to the one you're underneath I pinned those patterns in my coat So I'm turning on the stereo And I'm turning into fairytales Yes I'm turning on the stereo And I'm turning into you