Weird Goodbyes Lyrics by The National ft. Bon Iver is latest English song with music also given by The National. Weird Goodbyes song lyrics are written by Aaron Dessner, Matt Berninger.
Song Details
| Song Name: | Weird Goodbyes |
| Singer: | The National, Bon Iver |
| Composer: | The National |
| Lyrics by: | Aaron Dessner, Matt Berninger |
| Music Label: | 4AD |
Weird Goodbyes Lyrics
Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air
There’ll come a time I’ll wanna know when 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 the 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, the 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 how sad it’d be
Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air
There’ll come a time I’ll wanna know when 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, 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
