Son - The National

And if you follow me son

The window wrap around you

Carry from the ground

You will never be alone

You wait one turn to sunlight

That’s falling on a girl

You’re still outside the world

She’s reading books from empty women

They’re givin beauty tips from empty hips

And how is the water of the rain

And how is the air of the wind

And how are the arms of your mother

She’s holding you in

Watch them as they try to fly their kites inside their bedrooms

That were only built for drinking

Your thoughts they never lasted long when you were under the sky

Above it you can hold a thought forever

And how is the water of the rain

And how is the air of the wind

And how are the arms of your mother

She’s holding you in

And how is the water of the rain

And how is the air of the wind

And how are the arms of your mother

She’s holding you in