Текст Wye Oak – Plains

Into the desert
Weathered forever
Desperate clouds
Follow them out

The days whispered and shouted
And everything counted
The signs were around
We looked, so we found
Been seeking a pattern
None of it mattered
Watching the sky
Cycling by
Through windows of our past lives

We are seeing the same thing
But they are not laughing
The smoke from the engine
The bones of the plane
I notice this vaguely
But it couldn’t contain me
And so I’ve been tamed
And so it remains
And I am ashamed
And (hiding) in the strangest pathway

Try to remember
Pen to the paper
Caution: ‘get out!’