Death Cab For Cutie - Transatlanticism [in progress]
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 floodlands to your door have been silenced forever more. The distance is quite simply much to far for me to row it seems farther than ever before. Oh no.
I need you so much closer. I need you so much closer. So come on, come on.