Wasp Nest - The National

You’re cussing a storm in a cocktail dress

Your mother wore when she was young

Red sun saint around your neck

A wet martini in a paper cup

You’re a wasp nest

You’re a wasp nest

Your eyes are broken bottles

And I’m afraid to ask

And all your wrath and cutting beauty

You’re poison in the pretty glass

You’re a wasp nest

You’re a wasp nest

You’re all humming live wires

Under your killing clothes

Get over here I wanna

Kiss your skinny throat

You’re a wasp nest

You’re a wasp nest