The Alcott (feat. The National)

This is two old lovers settling accounts across a table: love faded, but the old house remembers. Haven't you returned to "our place" and found only you still inside?

The National's voice is a dusty gramophone. Taylor writes "polite after-the-end" feather-light and dull. You'll sigh — some bonds say goodbye as quiet as turning a page.

This is an interpretation based on publicly available material. Not official commentary.

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