Song | Regret |
Artist | Wye Oak |
Album | If Children |
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The floor will all cave in at ten o'clock | |
My tired body to absorb the shock | |
Years of decay will make a mess of me | |
These rotted floor boards arch below my feet | |
The flood will take us when we're in our sleep | |
This city swallowed by the oceans deep | |
The ice will melt and then the seas will swell | |
But this is not a thing on which to dwell | |
There is nothing to regret |