Transatlanticism
Death Cab for Cutie
The Atlantic was born today
And I'll tell you how
The clouds above opened up
And let it out
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere when the water
Filled every hole
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean making islands where no
Islands should go
(Oh no...)
Most people were overjoyed
They took to their boats
I thought it less like a lake
And more like a moat
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door have been silenced
Forevermore
And the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row it seems farther
Than ever before
(Oh no...)
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
So come on, come on
So come on, come on
So come on, come on
So come on, come on