Hairpin Turns - The National

I like the old way, I thought I was hanging in there

You held back the worst rain from my shoulders then

What are we going through, you and me?

Every other house on the street’s burning

What are we going through?

Wait and see

Days of brutalism and hairpin turns

Your nervous throat clicks and my spirit swims right to the hook

You go quiet and leave me in the wake of a terrifying look

What are we going through, you and me?

What is it you want me to be learning?

We’re always arguing about the same things

Days of brutalism and hairpin turns

Say it like I was right in the room there

Say it like your head was on my shoulder

(And I’ll keep my eyes open)

What are we going through, you and me?

Every other house on the street’s burning

What are we going through?

Wait and see

Days of brutalism and hairpin turns

What are we going through, you and me?

What is it you want me to be learning?

We’re always arguing about the same things

Days of brutalism and hairpin turns

And I’ll keep my eyes open

And I’ll keep my eyes open