Wye Oak
Regret
the floor will all cave in at ten o'clockmy tired body to absorb the shockyears of decay will make a mess of methese rotted floor boards arch below my feetthe flood will take us when we're in our sleepthis city swallowed by the oceans deepthe ice will melt and then the seas will swellbut this is not a thing on which to dwellthere is nothing to regret
From Letras Mania