Lyrics Atlantic - The Weather Station

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?