| Song | Regret |
| Artist | Wye Oak |
| Album | If Children |
| 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 |