Demasiado lejos para remar

“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.

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.
…

So come on, come on.
So come on, come on.
So come on, come on.”


[“Transatlanticism”, del disco homónimo de Death Cab for Cutie. Muy a cuento. O no. Tampoco tengo muy claro de qué va la canción, jajaja…]