Transatlantic
Whoa! My heart stopped on the 3rd of June, year 1992, I didn't know the terms, but I knew the scent, got the kiss of death you sent

Still I'm here with the coins in my pockets
Yeah I'm still here shoving forks into sockets

Standing on the table with no shoes on feet
Misguided teens

Still I'm hanging onto my philosophy
Misguided teens

We would hide out in the attic, send a message Transatlantic

We never fade away, we've never heard about the gray scale

And that's when you aimed at my heart, well I should have known from the start
We found a haven from the a-bomb atoll

Still I'm here with the coins in my pockets
And I'm still here shoving forks into sockets
Standing on the table with no shoes on feet
Misguided teens

Still I'm hanging onto my philosophy
Misguided teens

Come on!

Transatlantic
We send this message out
Transatlantic

Whoa! My heart stopped on the 3rd of June, year 1992
Now I have found my haven. I hope you find yours too

Still I'm here with the coins in my pockets
Yeah, I'm still here shoving forks into sockets

Standing on the table with no shoes on feet
Misguided teens

Still I'm hanging onto my philosophy
Disgusting teens, come on!
Transatlantic

We send this message out
Transatlantic
We send this message out
Transatlantic
We send this message out
Transatlantic