Tonight there isn´t any light under your door I guess you must be somewhere breathing Where skin and everything still know what they are for And blood remembers where to go
I fell in love with you no matter what you say But you were right about the reasons To turn a magdeline into the month of May I shoulda known the magdeline was me
So I´m turning on the stereo And I´m lining up the names On the mixes I made before you And I´m turning into fairytales With glitter and some glue Everything we ever planned to ever do
Tonight there isn´t any light under your door I guess you must be somewhere breathing In patterns unfamiliar to the one you´re underneath I pinned those patterns in my coat
So I´m turning on the stereo And I´m turning into fairytales Yes I´m turning on the stereo And I´m turning into you