Atlantic - Live

"My God", I thought
"My God, what a sunset!"
Blood red floods the Atlantic
With a wine in my hand
Laidback in the grass of some stranger's field
While shearwaters reeled overhead

Thinking I should get all this dying off my mind
I should really know better than to read the headlines
Does it matter if I see it?
No really, can I not 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 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?



Credits
Writer(s): Tamara Lindeman
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