onearmedsciszor

Time: 2:04 pm.
Mood: peaceful.
Music: death cab for cutie.

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 rythms ofmy 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
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
so come on,come on