Water

Listening to Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie makes me think of water and longing for the warmth of summer and being naked swimming and the taste of a mans skin in water.

The Atlantic was born today and I'll tell you how

The clouds above opened up and let it out

I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere

When the water filled every hole

And thousands upon thousands made an ocean

Making islands where no island should go

Oh, no

Most 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 flatlands to your door

Have been silenced forevermore

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

I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer

So come on, come on

So come on, come on

So come on, come on

So come on, come on