Текст песни Every Day Like the Last - Wye Oak

It might be true
It might be easier for me, if not for you
I might be free
To live a life of some prolonged tranquility

Alone with my thoughts
My mind can do its wandering
A bed to die in

Did you really want to live a life every day like the last?
To make a trade of future promise for a hopeless past

Forget what you know
Afraid of what you want the most
A living ghost

Everyday like the last
Everyday like the last
Everyday like the last
Everyday like the last