Solo Transatlantic Video (MV)

Should've wrote this one down
In the golden evening
Before she figured it all out
To hesitate, as the tides drag away
The refrain
That we keep selling to ourselves
Expressway to AC
And let it ride
Told you I was unhappy
And as unsure as I was then
I'm trying not to admit
Casino air, and your windswept hair
And the shorebirds
I'd rather find myself alone
In the golden evening
When she figured me all out
She storms away, And I'm deaf to her graces
The boardwalk's just calling our faults
Expressway to AC
And let it ride
Told you I was unhappy
And as unsure as I was then
I'm trying not to admit
Casino air, and your windswept hair
And the shorebirds
I'd rather find myself alone
The lonely melodies that we hum to ourselves
Are more often than not
Dysfunctional too
(I'm not reliving, but drowning)
As much a part of me as I am of you
And I'm thinking we should talk this one over
All the letters I would've liked to have written you
Are stuck between chords and the notes that we cling to
So glad you held on, but I can't help
But see through
The song, and the sea
And myself as an actor
But when I said that, doll, I swear that I meant it
Your muse and your curse
And your heart, as an anchor
The ones that we turn to
Let's just bury october