This song’s lyrics are somewhat more image-rich than Wye Oak’s often more explanatory style. It provides a somewhat surreal description of a life that lacks any sort of defining features and thus focuses on the half-remembered past.
Into the desert
Weathered forever
Desperate clouds
Bellowing out
Seeing the future
Cautiously answer
It's only the plains
Sideways rain
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 hallway
Try to remember
Pen to the paper
Portion it out
What's it about?
The pictures are empty
Voices have left me
It's only the plains
Sideways rain
And i am ashamed
And i am ashamed
And every day is just the same