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• Artiste: The Weather Station
• Titre: Atlantic
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My god, I thought 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? Why can't I 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?