The Atlantic

Summer swelled in my throat

Fourteen nights on the road

Say you love me ten times in a day

Like it'll make up for when you go

Coloured towns, ain't it charming

You don't look back each time we're departing

From the car to the lighthouse and back

To the shore where the tide would erase all our tracks

Down at the Atlantic

You were so pedantic

And I was a kid

I was a kid

We'll go as far as the island

Rusted soil is shining

Feels like I'm on Mars

And I don't know where you are

Or half the hurt you're hiding

Swear that house, it was haunted

Who's the ghost now if we're being honest?

From the car to the lighthouse and back

To the shore where the tide would erase all our tracks

Down at the Atlantic

You were so pedantic

And I was a kid

I was a kid

Keys, check

Wallet, check

Phone, check, check, check

Keys, check

Wallet, check

Phone, check, check, check

Keys, check

Wallet, check

Phone, check, check, check

Check, check, check

From the car to the lighthouse and back

To the shore where the tide would erase all our tracks

Down at the Atlantic

You were so pedantic

And I was a kid

Down at the Atlantic

I can't understand it

Cause I was a kid

I was a kid