Atlantic (Live)

[Verse 1]

"My god", I thought

"My god, what a sunset"

Blood red floods the Atlantic

With a wine in my hand

Laid back in the grass of some stranger's field

While shearwaters reeled overhead

[Chorus 1]

Thinking I should get all this dying off of 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?

[Verse 2]

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?

[Chorus 2]

Thinking I should get all this dying off of my mind

I should really know better than to read thе headlines

Does it mattеr if I see?

No really, can I not just cover my eyes?

Oh tell me, why can't I just cover my eyes?