Besedila: Wye Oak. I Hope You Die.

In the belly of the cloud
I was released
You were released
Was it deafeningly loud?
Or was it peace?
Sweet peace

All the streets
All filled with sound
Because it's right
It's for the best
Still I sense
Their judgment now
As we ask for a judgment

I can't sleep until I see you sleeping
Curse my mind and its all-seeing eye
Watch the rise
And wonder if you're breathing
Against your will
You are alive

Iron brick couldn?t notch the wall
That we have made
That we have made
Still you fool yourself to ask
If you had stayed
If we had stayed

At the ringing of a bell
Or at the falling of a tree
If you think of it at all
Remember me
Trust me

I can't breathe until I see you waking
Watching as the scars fall from your eyes
Into a world that you may not remember
I hope you die
I hope you die
I hope you die
I hope you die