Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Atlantic, artist - The Weather Station. Date of issue: 28.09.2021
Song language: English
Atlantic |
| My god, I thought 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 shearwaters 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? |
| Why can’t I 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? |