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 flatlands to your door have been silenced forever more

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

so come on, come on

transatlanticism - death cab for cutie