spiraling

今晚是death cab for a cutie的

transatlanticism

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 island should go.
Oh no.

Those 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 flood lands to your door have been silenced
forever more.
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......
So come on, come on