“I got two sets of headphones, I miss you like hell . . . .”
I got two sets of headphones, I miss you like hell . . . . 4
listen!
Fake a heart attack
na na nanana
Love The National on a Sunday morning.
This song has a strangely familiar feel, that I can't really pin down. It's graceful, yet kind of aggressive in a way. It sounds like a call for help or maybe an expression of guilt.