Текст: The National. Fashion Coat.

In a fashion coat I float down my city
don't you think I look pretty anymore
I'll do everything to you but I can hardly come
cause I'm so afraid of you falling

I die fast in this city
outside I die slow

I'm not stupid I swear
I read the foreign news to understand my nation
you get two options in The You Estates
black city bloodbath or white country rape

I die fast in this city
outside I die slow
I die fast in this city
outside I die slow

everywhere I am is just another thing without you in it
(repeat)