Halfway Across The Atlantic Ocean

The day…
That it became…
Clear…
Was…
The first time that I saw you for the 150th time
But can you blame me?
I was reaching, reaching…
Halfway across the Atlantic Ocean

The place…
It socked my square jaw face…
My toe had dipped to rate
And you grabbed me, in up to my waist
Contrary to unpopular opinion, the water was welcoming warm
And we slid easily
Wrapped up and reaching, reaching…
Halfway across the Atlantic Ocean

GONE, GONE, GONE: I have enough rope when you're
Gone, gone, gone. The oven's cozy when you're
Gone, gone, gone. Prescriptions filled when you are
Gone

The time…I grope to find
That there is no sign…
With bottomless hope, I'll dive
Then, I will swim 'til my limbs are numb and dim
With a paralysed hip, I'll slip, fingertips to sea lip
Eternally reaching, more than
Halfway across the semantic ocean

GONE, GONE, GONE: I have enough rope when you're
Gone, gone, gone. The oven's cozy when you're
Gone, gone, gone. Prescriptions filled when you are
Gone, gone, gone. It's cocked and loaded when you're
Gone, gone, gone. My knives get sharpened when you're
Gone, gone, gone. It tastes like almonds when you're
Gone, gone, gone. The traffic's playful when you're
Gone. Take flying leaps when you are
Gone. Autoerotic when you're
Gone. See, I'll be fine when you are
Gone