Too Right - Wye Oak

It rises up in the evening

An invisible motorcade

I behave as if eyes are on me

And a force I must obey

If it’s truth then you want me to prove it

So I’m still as a dead honeybee

And I cry for love like a baby

And my baby feeds it to me

I live in terror of it

Happens all the time

Contentment is no limit time

I can wire myself to believe it

Like the shock of the afterbrain

And I switched my mind to receive it

Since the day you knew my name

The absence of light should amaze me

But it’s dark out every night

And my energy not what it should be

Cause you put me a bit too right

I live in terror of it

It is by design

Inevitable it is time