Little Faith - The National

Little faith, follow me

I set a fire in a blackberry field

Make us laugh, or nothing will

I set a fire just to see what it kills

Now I’m stuck in New York

And the rain’s coming down

I don’t feel like we’ll go anywhere

Stuck in New York

And the rain’s coming down

Still in line for the Vanity Fair

Leave our red Southern souls

Head for the coast

Leave our red Southern souls

Everything goes

All our lonely kicks are getting harder to find

We’ll play nuns versus priests until somebody cries

All our lonely kicks that make us saintly and thin

We’ll play nuns versus priests until somebody wins

Awesome prince, get your sleep

Lose your heart in history

Make us laugh or nothing will

I set a fire just to see what it kills

Don’t be bitter, Anna

I know how you think

You’re waiting for Radio City to sink

You’ll find commiseration in everyone’s eyes

The storm will suck the pretty girls into the sky

All our lonely kicks are getting harder to find

We’ll play nuns versus priests until somebody cries

All our lonely kicks that make us saintly and thin

We’ll play nuns versus priests until somebody wins

Leave our red Southern souls

Head for the coast

Leave our red Southern souls

Everything goes