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 should've 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 fairy tales
With glitter and some glue
Everything we ever planned to ev--er 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 fairy tales
Yes I'm turning on the stereo
And I'm turning into you