Thrice

Atlantic
it's been so long, and tin cans and string for years is all that we've known, could it be you're really here 'cause my eyes are open, and everything still moves in slow-motion, breathless and blue, and behind your eyes the sea oceans of light envelop me but things can't be as they seem, I'm so far from home this must be another dream, but my eyes are open From Letras Mania