Atlantic letra

My God, I thought
My God, what a sunset
Blood-red floods the Atlantic
With a wine in my hand
Laid back in the grass of some stranger's field
While sheer waters reeled overhead

Thinking I should get all this dying off of my mind
I should really know better than to read the headlines
Does it matter if I see it?
No really, can I not just cover my eyes?

In the half light, soft wind on my skin
Pink clouds massing on the cliffs
Thinking how can I touch this
How can I touch this softest petal
Softest stem, softest leaf
Bending, green, in my palm?

Thinking I should get all this dying off of my mind
I should really know better than to read the headlines
Does it matter if I see?
No really, can I not just cover my eyes?
Oh tell me, why can't I just cover my eyes?

The Weather Station - Letras

• Atlantic
• Black Flies
• Complicit
• Endless Time
• Free
• Heart
• I Don't Know What to Say
• Ignorance
• Impossible
• In An Hour
• Kept It All To Myself
• Loss
• Loving You
• Marsh
• Parking Lot
• Power
• Robber
• Separated
• Sleight Of Hand
• Song
• Stars
• Subdivisions
• Sway
• Taught
• The Most Dangerous Thing About You
• Thirty
• To Talk About
• Tried To Tell You
• Trust
• Wear
• You And I (On The Other Side Of The World)