Atlantic - Thrice

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