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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

Chorus 1
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 it
Why can't I just cover my eyes

Verse 2
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

Chorus 2
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, can I not just cover my eyes
Oh tell me, why can't I just cover my eyes