Letras:Wye Oak. Sight, Flight.

So I lick your head on this bed
and discover it's my dinner
still I'm sure if it's just the before
that you're after then why take my picture
and if we fly it's in the public eye
so make sure everyone knows you're the winner

in righting
in righting
in righting
yourself

so dance around it
pretend that you found it
still everyone knows not to answer
if you're with me you're with weed and TV
and the rest of our three guilty pleasures
and if we fly, kiss half your family goodbye
and split everything right down the center

in righting
in righting
in righting
yourself

in righting
in righting
in righting
yourself