Transatlanticism - 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 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 flatlands to
your door have been silenced forever more.

The distance is quite simply much too far for me
to rowIt seems farther than ever before

Oh no.

I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer

So come on, come on.