The Alter Songtext
von 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