Transatlantic

Driving in your car, the music on

Always felt like home

Even when you're gone, I hear that song

It's like fingers on my skin

Darling, come on, be closer

As the melody sinks in

Transatlanticism on the phone

Calling, are you in?

When the sun goes down, I feel the glow

The air like honey

Liquid are your thoughts, I hear them flow

Like water trickling

Darling, come on, be closer

As the melody sinks in

Transatlanticism on the phone

Calling, are you in?

Calling, are you in?

Calling, are you in?

Calling, are you in?

Calling, are you in?

Calling