Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Halfway Across the Atlantic Ocean , by - Kristeen Young. Song from the album Music for Strippers, Hookers, and the Odd On-Looker, in the genre Рок-н-роллHalfway Across the Atlantic Ocean |
| The day… |
| That it became… |
| Clear… |
| Was… |
| The first time that I saw you for the 150th time |
| But can you blame me? |
| I was reaching, reaching… |
| Halfway across the Atlantic Ocean |
| The place… |
| It socked my square jaw face… |
| My toe had dipped to rate |
| And you grabbed me, in up to my waist |
| Contrary to unpopular opinion, the water was welcoming warm |
| And we slid easily |
| Wrapped up and reaching, reaching… |
| Halfway across the Atlantic Ocean |
| GONE, GONE, GONE: I have enough rope when you’re |
| Gone, gone, gone. |
| The oven’s cozy when you’re |
| Gone, gone, gone. |
| Prescriptions filled when you are |
| Gone |
| The time… I grope to find |
| That there is no sign… |
| With bottomless hope, I’ll dive |
| Then, I will swim 'til my limbs are numb and dim |
| With a paralysed hip, I’ll slip, fingertips to sea lip |
| Eternally reaching, more than |
| Halfway across the semantic ocean |
| GONE, GONE, GONE: I have enough rope when you’re |
| Gone, gone, gone. |
| The oven’s cozy when you’re |
| Gone, gone, gone. |
| Prescriptions filled when you are |
| Gone, gone, gone. |
| It’s cocked and loaded when you’re |
| Gone, gone, gone. |
| My knives get sharpened when you’re |
| Gone, gone, gone. |
| It tastes like almonds when you’re |
| Gone, gone, gone. |
| The traffic’s playful when you’re |
| Gone. |
| Take flying leaps when you are |
| Gone. |
| Autoerotic when you’re |
| Gone. |
| See, I’ll be fine when you are |
| Gone |