Transatlanticism

The Atlantic was born today and I’ll tell you how
The sky above opened up, and let it out
I was standing on the surface of a perferated sphere when the water filled
every hole
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean-making island where no island should
go
Oh no
Most people are overjoyed; they took to their bones
I thought it less like a lake and more like mode
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door have been silenced
forevermore
And the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no
I need you so much closer So come on; come on Ahhhh