Marching Bands of Manhattan

If I could open my arms and span
The length of the isle of Manhattan
I'd bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson
If I could open my mouth wide enough
For a marching band to march out
They would make your name sing and bend
Through alleys and bounce off all the buildings

I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you said
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks
And there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half-empty or half-full
It slowly rises: your love is gonna drown

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks
And there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half-empty or half-full
It slowly rises: your love is gonna drown

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks
And there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half-empty or half-full
It slowly rises: your love is gonna drown

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks
And there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half-empty or half-full
It slowly rises: your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna...



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard
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