Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla

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 islands should go

oh no

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

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