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.And 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 other 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...