Consider the Source Songtext
von The Antlers

I don′t think about what I can't see,
it don′t count if it ain't staring at me.

Little choices I cannot recall,
get it quick or not at all.

Every bargain has a hidden cost:
What was saved? What was lost?

Forty color-ways and free returns:
Where's it made? What′d they earn?

Is it enough to add to cart
with buyer′s remorse?
Well if you don't know where to start,
consider the source.

What becomes of what I throw away?
Broken cord, takeout tray,
leaky battery and shattered screen,
spilling ink I can′t clean.


Is it too much to be undone,
too late to change course?
Before condemning anyone,
consider the source.

I set the table for an easy meal,
I don't mind what I can′t feel:
Tired turkey in a crowded cage,
he can't peck, he can′t rage.

Little choices and the way they spread,
Who must starve so we'd be fed?
I don't think about what I can′t see,
but now that bird won′t stop staring at me.

I tap my heart before I dine,
but quickly divorce
from all your agony down the line,
and all I endorse.

Is it enough to add to cart
with buyer's remorse?
Well if you don′t know where to start,
consider the source.