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