Atlantic
Embracing Sunset's Reflection: A Poetic Journey with The Weather Station
Lyrics
My god, I thought
Expression of surprise or disbelief, possibly in response to a realization.
My god, what a sunset
Appreciation of a beautiful sunset, emphasizing the awe-inspiring nature of it.
Blood red floods the Atlantic
Visual imagery of a vivid, blood-red sunset over the Atlantic Ocean.
With a wine in my hand, laid back
Relaxing with a glass of wine in hand.
In the grass of some stranger's field
Lying in the grass of an unfamiliar person's field.
While shearwaters reeled overhead
Observing shearwaters (seabirds) flying above.
Thinking I should get all this dying off of my mind
Reflecting on the need to let go of thoughts about death or decline.
I should really know better than to read the headlines
Acknowledging the potential negative impact of reading distressing news headlines.
Does it matter if I see?
Pondering the significance of seeing or being aware of certain things.
No really
Reiterating the question and expressing uncertainty about the importance.
Can I not just cover my eyes?
Considering the option of avoiding the harsh realities by covering one's eyes metaphorically.
In the half light, soft wind on my skin
Describing a scene with soft lighting and a gentle wind against the skin.
Pink clouds massing on the cliffs
Depicting the formation of pink clouds on cliffs, adding to the picturesque atmosphere.
Thinking how can I touch this?
Pondering how to emotionally connect with the beauty of the moment.
How can I touch this softest petal
Questioning how to touch the softness of a petal or delicate plant parts.
Softest stem, softest leaf, bending, green, in my palm?
Describing the imagery of a soft, bending, green leaf in the palm of the hand.
Thinking I should get all this dying off of my mind
Reiterating the need to release thoughts of mortality and decay from the mind.
I should really know better than to read the headlines
Acknowledging the wisdom of avoiding negative news headlines.
Does it matter if I see?
Repeating the question of whether seeing certain things truly matters.
No really
Emphasizing the uncertainty and questioning the necessity of awareness.
Can I not just cover my eyes?
Suggesting the desire to shield oneself from unpleasant truths by covering the eyes.
Oh, tell me
Pleading for an explanation or understanding of the difficulty in avoiding harsh realities.
Why can't I just cover my eyes?
Expressing frustration or confusion about the inability to simply look away or ignore.
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