The National (feat. Bon Iver) - Weird Goodbyes (Lyric Video)

The National (feat. Bon Iver) - Weird Goodbyes (Lyric Video) with tags the national, bon iver, weird goodbyes, the national weird goodbyes, the national bon iver weird goodbyes, bon iver weird goodbyes, the national new music, weird goodbyes the national, folklore, evermore, taylor swift aaron dessner, aaron dessner taylor swift, taylor, august

Lyrics:

Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air

There'll come a time I'll wanna know I was here

Names on the doorframes, inches and ages

Handprints in concrete, at the softest stages

I don't know why I don't try harder

I feel like throwing towels into water

Get it down to nothing, everything that matters

Fever flashes, eyelashes and traffic patterns

Humidity, history, chemistry and panic

Swimsuits in windows of electric minivans

I don't know why I don't try harder

I've been going down some some strange water

Move forward now. There's nothing to do

Can't turn around, I can't follow you

Your coat's in my car I guess you forgot

It's crazy the things we let go of

It finally hits me, a mile's drive

The sky is leaking, my windshield's crying

I'm feeling sacred, my soul is stripped

Radio's painful, the words are clipped

The grief it gets me, the weird goodbyes

My car is creeping, I think it's dying

I'm pulling over, until it heals

I'm on a shoulder, of lemon fields

What was I even leaving for

I keep going back and forth

I think now I'm about to see

Didn't know how sad it'd be

Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air

There'll come a time I'll wanna know I was here

Names on the doorframes, inches and ages

Handprints in concrete, at the softest stages

I don't know why I don't try harder

I feel like throwing towels into water

Move forward now. There's nothing to do

Can't turn around, and I can't follow you

Your coat's in my car I guess you forgot

It's crazy the things we let go of

It finally hits me, a mile's drive

The sky is leaking, my windshield's crying

I'm feeling sacred, my soul is stripped

Radio's painful, the words are clipped

The grief it gets me, the weird goodbyes

My car is creeping, I think it's dying

I'm pulling over, until it heals

I'm on a shoulder, of lemon fields

The grief it gets me, the weird goodbyes

My car is creeping, I think it's dying

I'm pulling over, until it heals

I'm on a shoulder, of lemon fields