This One Speaks For Itself

One of my favorite bands, Keane, just came out with their newest album and I'm beginning to love it just as much as their first. This is the first track on the album Under The Iron Sea. I'm not sure why it is called Atlantic, but then again who am I to question a poet, being one myself. It's a little meloncholy, but that too is something we share in common.

Atlantic

I hope all my days will be lit by your face
I hope all the years will hold tight our promises
I don't want to be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't want to be old and feel afraid

I don't want to be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't want to be old and feel afraid

And if I need anything at all
I need a place that's hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
Though all the world is broken
I need a place where I can make my bed
A lover's lap where I can lay my head
'Cause now the room is spinning
The days beginning