The Alter - Wye Oak

Oh recourse

Our nature is a force

So, cut it at the source

And go

A life without remorse

I’ll obey

Though I am afraid

Of what it is to be alone

Awake

And happiest at play

I’m all smiles

Confident and wild

Wired with every instrument

Control

And careless all the while

Until I recall

Everything and all

Is wrong

Panic is a slow

Dissolve

A terror quiet, calm