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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weather Station
The Weather Station
Lead Vocals
Tamara Lindeman
Tamara Lindeman
Lead Vocals
Ben Whitely
Ben Whitely
Electric Bass Guitar
Kieran Adams
Kieran Adams
Drums
Christine Bougie
Christine Bougie
Electric Guitar
Ian Kehoe
Ian Kehoe
Drums
Johnny Spence
Johnny Spence
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tamara Lindeman
Tamara Lindeman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marcus Paquin
Marcus Paquin
Producer
Tamara Lindeman
Tamara Lindeman
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My god, I thought, my god, what a sunset
Blood red floods the Atlantic
With a wine in my hand
Laid back in the grass of some stranger's field
While shearwaters reeled overhead
[Verse 2]
Thinking I should get all this dying off my mind
I should really know better than to read the headlines
Does it matter if I see? No really
Why can't I just cover my eyes?
[Verse 3]
In the half light, soft wind on my skin
Pink clouds massing on the cliffs
Thinking "how can I touch this?"
How can I touch this softest
Petal, softest stem, softest leaf, bending, green, in my palm?
[Verse 4]
Thinking I should get all this dying off of my mind
I should really know better than to read the headlines
Does it matter if I see? No really
Why can't I just cover my eyes?
Why can't I just cover my eyes?
Written by: Tamara Lindeman
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