Wake Up Your Saints - The National

Composer：Aaron Dessner

I had a hole in the middle

Where the lightning went through

I told my friends not to worry

My wife would know how to fix it

Hole in the middle

I'm seeing less of you

Now I'm not going anywhere

And I don't know what I'll do

It's easy to lose your grip

It's easy

I never tell my decisions

To the ones I adore

I just show up like

A bible breather outside the door

But when I look out the window

I see girls on TV

Living and dying in LA

And it means nothing to me

It's easy to lose your grip

It's easy

It's easy to lose your grip

It's easy

So I walk through the streets I love

And I'm led to the house I built

Now walk through the streets I love

I lay in your bed again

Wake up your saints Jenny I need them

Jenny I need them

Today

Wake up your saints Jenny I need them

Jenny I need them

Today

I didn't have to explain to her

That I wasn't deaf

She sat me down and lit

Some colored candles over my head

She said you're right

It's a living but you're wrong for the life

You know you never should've

Listened to my father's advice

It's easy to lose your grip

It's easy

It's easy to lose your grip

It's easy

So I walk through the streets I love

And I'm led to the house I built

Now walk through the streets I love

And I lay in your bed again

Wake up your saints Jenny I need them

Jenny I need them

Today

Wake up your saints Jenny I need them

Jenny I need them

Today