death cab for cutie
transatlanticism [demo]
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 islands should go (oh no)  Most 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 flatlands to your Door have been silenced forevermore And the distance is quite simply much to far for me to row; It seems farther than ever before (oh no)  I need you so much closer  So come on; come on