Atlantic - The Weather Station/Tamara Lindeman

Composed by：Tamara Lindeman

"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

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

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 of 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