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 goI 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 meSo I'm turning on the stereo
And I'm lining up the names
On the mixes I made before youAnd I'm turning into fairytales
With glitter and some glue
Everything we ever planned to ever doTonight 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 coatSo I'm turning on the stereo
I'm turning into fairytales
Yes, I'm turning on the stereo
I'm turning into you